She hopes for a heart of gold.
But she fears it is covered in mould.
"Maybe a plain disguise
Will hide the haunting evil inside"
She tries but you can see it in her eyes.
She wants to be an angel
But her heart is filled with lies.
What she fails to see is that she is but a human, no matter how much she pleas.
She will always hate, always feel...
But that is just it,
That's what makes life real.
As long as she is kind, willing.
Then her angelic nature will never fault.
and the gold inside her heart
will never melt.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
