My Soul, My Friend

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These poems involving my soul I am attracted to. This one is on how my soul, the grotesque one, is my friend.

Submitted: January 15, 2007

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Submitted: January 15, 2007



It is always there when I need someone,
Always there to pick me up when I fall.
Something to bring happiness,
Even though it eats all my happiness,
I do find happiness with my soul.

You may know my soul as the grotesque one,
Or anything but beautiful.
I know my soul as my friend.

Always there for me,
Never leaves me,
Gives me advice when I need it,
Talk to me in my head...

I love my soul,
It is my friend.
Together we wreak havoc
And bring chaos to everyone.
Half the time it makes me,
The other half is when I feel sinful.

Me and my soul,
We have so many sins.
I brought this upon me,
I was the one who started to talk to it.
That was my fault,
I replied.

Oh well,
I love my soul,
My soul is my friend,
Always will be.

No one can replace it.
Nothing can seprate us,
Well maybe death do we part...
But somethings are better left alone.

Me and this grotesque soul,
Oh how I love it.
That word 'grotesque' is not for my soul.
I call it my friend,
My comrade.

Through war,
Through peace,
We are always together,
And will always find eachother to be friends.
I love my damn soul!

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