nicotine; poetry [READ DESCRIPTION]

heart of gold

heart of gold

he likes girls with lips like roses

and cheeks like amber, but all i

was and all i'll ever be is midnight

skies with foggy eyes

i've got a storm in my chest,

topped with a soul that

wants to be laid to rest

she's got a heart of gold,

she makes his world seem not so cold

i know i'll never be good enough,

my edges are too rough