Old Souls

Old Souls

A Poem by T.S. Sky

In winter I see the frost
I see how it comes and goes

Many summers filled with water fights
and shame

I've done it all before

Nothing is new to me
I am called old soul

I do not do what people my age do

My breath fogs the window's glass
I wait for my time to go home

© 2017 T.S. Sky


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Added on August 17, 2017
Last Updated on August 17, 2017

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T.S. Sky
T.S. Sky

Saint Louis, MO



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I write mainly in the paranormal/supernatural genre but I do step outside of my box every now and then. Writings you will see from me will be articles, research, short stories, poems, essays, reci.. more..

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