i sold my soulI sold my soul to a boy Not for youth or fame Nor political gain The devil tried and tried againi sold my soul
Such beauty as to make men weep Gold, jewels, wealth never-ending
But still I shook my head “no”
I sold my soul for different things Such as the devil wouldn’t think to bring
I sold my soul for your smile,
For the feel of your heating beating next to mine, our bodies entwined
I sold my soul to you my love…
Mud Games1. I like frogs more than unicorns (squishing mud between my fingers will always be more fun than imaginary horses with horns)Mud Games
i. Never thought I could fall for someone I had boxes I thought they were fool proof Well apparently not when I’m the fool
I. I tripped And I knew the landing would hurt But somehow I took you down with me I’m grateful that you fell too
2. Playing with the boys Always more fun then sitting around with the girls Tackle football is just better than pointless gossip
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Oh why oh why do girls alway cry when you tell them they're past their sell-by?
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