She's beautiful,
That is clear to see.
If she were a rose she would be the most lovely,
Standing proudly as the daisies cry.
She was blessed by the angels a pretty face,
But her heart - the ugliest if it ever were to be seen,
Tainted by selfishness and vanity.
Oh how beauty can disguise such hideousness,
And trick a fool, memorized by the illusion,
Till the thorns pierce the flesh and make them bleed
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Raw Heart
PoesíaThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
