The book of my soul
My soul lies open on these pages,
In ink is written all my rage.
Each letter comprised of pure emotions,
Every word filled with devotion.
A book in which you now might read,
My every though, my every need.
Of love, of pain, of simply boredom,
All of these you’ll find in my poems
I let you venture into my mind,
And discover what I hide inside.
But read not every story anew,
Unless you believe in it lies truth…