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Left you a part of my soul
In the process of love
The price of the toll
But you became cold
That piece of my soul festered
It turned purple and old
I’m missing that piece to fill the crack
You won’t let it go
As much as I want it back
My soul tattered and disfigured
Brittle, insecure, with bruises
Hardened and wizened by fear
My heart was the center of my life
Now void of love and connection
It’s all struggle and strife
My soul was a human being
But the pain was too much
Solace was no where to be seen
So each piece of my soul
Fertilized and became a seed
Whatever sprouted, I don’t know
My heart became the roots
Spread out and supporting
The seeds who get to choose
What I’ll receive
I can now believe my soul won’t spoil
A happy ending yet I hope to conceive
