Easy On The Soul

Tender gardens of your soul
they’re tended by a patrol.
I am beyond help I control
not but the heel of my sole.

I’m not going after laughter
that comes so easy after
our eyes meet is no disaster;
you make my blood run faster.

Faster still we don’t need run
my sweet light of the sun
you in me a joyous sun spun
an enjoyable kind of fun.

The blackness and emptiness
are vacant and I want to smile.
The light you bring elevates
everything I tried to defile.

Far asunder your wit shred
me all the bullshit I’ve been fed
since day one into my head
now I can rest in my bed.

– A

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