on where her heart and mind confide

prose

my heart is kind, genuine and pure. believing in kindness of humanity and beauty of the world. the heart that loves, feeling the souls within people, a love that has a lot to offer. it's kindness that allow people and help without wanting anything back or ask. it's genuine that treasure and valued the memories rooted deeply within. it's pure that bonds with no harm and no judgement - offers a honesty and loyalty, accepting the whole you.

isn't it odd? now a day's?

perhaps, never, others will search for genuine, kindness, and purity of someone. yet, they too take advantage of it, when they found.

isn't it ironic?

they could have blamed you for being diamond for once and a lifetime being a beast.

i want to you to take my heart, would you take it?

it never belonged to me.