Leavings

By Nate E

Leavings, like whispers on the

breeze

Paying the toll on the broken

road

When you lost all hope, the sun

rose

What does it mean to find your

soul?

Paid the toll on the broken road.

No matter how much you got,

you can't own this person

I was told it's how you

interpreted it

But my soul is forever

Misinterpreted