My heart was gold
but now I'm not bold
I'm rather cold
I'm growing old
and collecting mold
if I could go back
I don't know if I would
I'd do everything the same
and leave the history of my name
cuz my heart was gold
but now I'm not bold
I'm growing old
and collecting mold
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Sick and twisted poems
PoetryMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
