My Soul Burns

MY Soul Burns

I know it's easier said than done ,
But she has easen up my mind with her deeds,
Easing off the heart matters
Maybe I'm possessed by lust for love
And she's taken the opportunity to eat me away,
Just before she can ebb away.
But I'm determined to eke her out,
For I believe I'll eat her heart out.

I lack an elbow room,
A fancy house and a car not to mention them
But all I got is an elbow grease
Yeah an elbow grease for it's the best polish at this matters.,

Ain't perfect in this love issues
But who knows not that even homers sometimes nods
Thus giving up on her isn't a priority
Hence I gonna listen to my ass bray
And let my flow have it's ebb.

Since every Rose has its thorns
I've enjoyed all her pricks
And her frangrance is all I've clinged to
For I understand that every path has it's puddle
And I'm ready to carry her cross together with mine
All because of the senstional burn of my soul

By kechi kenyatta / expired giant

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