| Soul. the poem i'm most proud of cause i got money for it x3 |
| Soul. the poem i'm most proud of cause i got money for it x3 |


ConstellationsA constellation is a map of the sky Unending creations formed by screaming bright light Eighty-eight of them, All sharing one home Stealing the sun's glory, In the black quilt of sky Thousands of sparkling diamonds, Hiding in a pitch black cave, Awaiting to be found One constellation, The Archer, Pulls back his bowstring, Ready to shoot A simple game of connect the dots, Yet it fills the sould with hope, joy, and peace Should one of the stars implode, A swell of power would billow through space, Like windows breaking and the shards screachingConstellations


SoulmateThe dawn blooms Onto an Autumn day Things are quiet in the morn But softly the call, My soul does make, A small little howl, Of pain I miss my lover, My soul howls to the sky My voice whispers on the wind Cold, Bitter cold It bites at me The cold tries to fog me, Make me forget my lover But nothing, Nothing, Can make me forget, The time we shared Our souls mingled as one Nothing shall make me forget, My dearly beloved one She may forget me But I refuse to lose I refuse to lose my memories of her  Soulmate
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