My body
is rock.
My mind
is tunnel.
My heart
is gold.
You are
the miner.
Please, darling,
don't use your
pick-axe.
-Dragonette
YOU ARE READING
pride
PoetryAnd when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)