Soul PiecesA Poem by Bryan_HimmelWake up from what? disillusions I create bred my own confusions Lies to cover up events that transpire of my soul, pieces I have given makes them think of candy, reese's to be specific Don't tread on me most say but nay not me here is the welcome mat freshly swept, awaits your feet They say love's for fools then your fool I will be all I want, a gentle touch something real, something sweet but in the end, you'll rape me Emotions of course is what I speak or better yet what I seek
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StatsAuthorBryan_HimmelVAAboutI dabble in poetry, lyrics, and the occasional story. Have been writing on and off for a few years now, I am a bit of an self-turned introvert due to things that have occurred thus far in life. My wr.. more..Writing
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