Sherbet Rambling's Of An Old Soul Poem by Killian Brooks

Trapped in the cross hairs of my own invention
I know it's a long shot I'll probably regret
But right now
The place that I'm in
I'll carry my goal through the heat and the shame
We're a twisted pair for sure
And something I can't still believe
And how an angel like you
Could ever see a thing like me
With downy eyes
Somehow, we met
Our lives intertwined
Forming a path
I can't imagine walking without you