It's crystal smooth.
Hard as a diamond.
Red as a glowing ruby.
It seems unbreakable.
Like nothing could get through
that hard surface.
When really, the only reason for the hardness,
is loss.
Is love.
Is torment.
Is abandonment.
As sensitive as a flowers petals in the inside.
As hard as stone on the outside.
As warm as a blanket.
As cold as a freezing winter.
This lass heart is hurt in so many ways'
but loved in so many others.
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I honestly can't quite remember why I wrote this one, but I must have been a bit depressed. Anywho, hope you liked it.
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PoetryThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
