The End Of Your World

The beautiful people I meet

The souls I plan to keep near 

And to keep mine inside of me

With the wind calling my name whispering it's my time 

when I'm not ready yet

With the ground grabbing my feet way Stronger then the force of gravity

My fate seems so near

Once told your so close to perfection yet so easy to lose

A flower not yet welted

The eye faucets not yet used 

Blood not yet seen

And heart still pumping

Mind fully used 

Flowers still left behind

Heart no mind

Seems to be half alive

I live my days as if I'll live forever

I live my last not knowing its the end

No soul can replace another

No one can be exactly like another

Tears have a taste not always of despair

Life is not just hell it can be your heaven

hearing the wind a wind that will soon sound just like your voice

and a tree that starts to look just like you

and dirt that one touches a touch that is familiar somewhat the feeling of your skin

All things people take for granted 

Some don't even think of 

All connected 

Yet that's just your shell

The soul is something that not one but God will choose

no one knows where your soul will lie

but you also never know when you will lose yours 

A soul treated as a center piece

Life that needs to be used to the fullest

Your life is like a story but there's only one

Make a story worth reading

And treat yourself well 

you turn into things that most people look past or shall I say 

forgotten

But what matters is your soul and where it lies

The center peace of who you once where

Something seen by all 

And always remembered 

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