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Songs of Soul

I can’t hear my thoughts
No one in the world can help me
You’re soul building up with moss
From the hurt you cause, causing me to flee

You broke my heartΒ 
And you yell at me with this accusations
Saying I am cheating, a problem at start
In your eyes am I just an abomination!

Its okay is thing I like to say
But pain is something in human
Something always in me and it will stay
I am not your boats crewman

I am in pain and your the reason
My stress is just from you
And you have done treason
And I am ready to sue

I loved you, flaws and all
But you started to go insane
I am ready to jump and fall
Because then at least I’ll be away

I moved on and have joy
And you come back and take itΒ 
I cry as I am being destroyed
I am on the verge to just quit

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Tony Taylor

Hello SOPHIA!!.......this is VERY well written and the rhyme scheme perfectly adhered to......delivered with moving phrasing that evokes a sadness accompanied within a poetic melancholy!!......but most of all (it seemed to me) to be a huge cry for help..... because you can feel the pain being delivered between the lines here!!......truly moving write.....and I pray it is a fiction!!....ALL STARS!!......either way......be careful not to lose your sense of self in this cat and mouse!!........and.......WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xoΒ  : )

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Sophia Mowrey

Thank you Tony :) That is so very kind of you. It is not more a cry of help but more of a story of a past. I tried to express the pain I felt through the lines the poem and the wordings. And thank I am happy to be here :)

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