A Glow in the Pit of My Soul

My Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul.
Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide.

I was born an old soul
with a fresh face,
and a knack for taking
whatever is in front of me
and creating a masterpiece.
...Not all masterpieces are revered.

I touch people
and they are either saved
or scathed.
Either way, I leave my mark
on a changed soul.














What a lovely culmination of writing styles.