Her hair was blue
And green
And gold
Her face was like morning dew
She smelt like sleep
And fairy lights
And teens out past curfew
Her smile lit up the dark blue sky
Her voice was brave and true
But
When I touched her pretty soul
I found it made
Of frozen
Coal
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
