A Soul for a Love
How much of my soul
is there left to save?
years of corruption
years of fun
have wasted away a purity
I didn't care to keep
but I'd trade all that is left
for a chance
at him
I'd sell my soul
for a bit of him
his heart, his body, his mind
his soul
I'll take a piece a time
I want it all
I'd give up all I have
for him
my soul if you ask
for his love
For his everything
-jk (spring 98)
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