The Soul

The Soul

Eyes can speak so much more, 

Than words that spew and pour,

Pretty lies and metaphors.

Dreams reveal to me, 

All the things I wish to be, 

And all of which I think I need. 

Hearts can play dirty tricks,

that leave wrists' slit

And wounds unstitched.

Minds may ponder silly things,

That make you want to cringe,

Laugh, cry and sing.

My limbs may break and quake,

But my soul you shall never shake,

My soul you shall never take.