13 Some Days
- harleyirenebrown
- Apr 15, 2016
- 1 min read
Some days
My heart is made of lead
My mind is filled with dread
My soul feels underfed
Some days
My heart is dark light
My mind is in a fight
My soul’s full of night
Some days
My heart has gone numb
My mind feels very dumb
My soul only wants to run
But some days
My heart sings with joy
My mind’s made of an alloy
My soul plays with toys
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