A Heart Of Gold,
admired the men
A beautiful soul,
Claimed young women
So pure, so nice,
They spread words of me
Being princess,
Is not easy
Rule the kingdom,
Help the guards
Raise to Stardom,
Without the cards
Sometimes I wonder,
Oh why the word can't see
Who I really ought to be
But then the word both relentless and still, states it's its claims on beauty persued.
My outside elegant, my insides taunting
a white horse battling with a black wolf, both win;
Yet on different phases.
Alas,
The world wins over its claims and sayings,
A Heart Of Gold;
A Beautiful Soul
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A Logophile's Diary
Poetry"The beauty of words is like wizardry.. either you lose your self in it. or you find yourself in It, either way, it's beautiful ." Here are a mini stack of poems that I wrote while im either bored or feel poetic. People have told me I'm good with w...
