Let me tell you about my soul,
How it had taken it's toll,
Barely holding the shape of a heart,
While others began to rip it apart,
My soul is like the winter night,
Calming to the very sight,
Cool and collected,
Chilly but very inspected,
My soul is like a summer's day,
Warming and beautiful in every way,
It could make you sweat if had too much,
But anything you could do and such,
My soul is like my heart,
Beating vibrantly from the start,
Awaiting the sun to show the way,
And watching to see if you'd stay.
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