poor little girl,
with your innocent eyes.
your heart is pure gold, little girl
can you feel it?
poor little girl,
his fingers dance along your skin,
let his honey sweet words paralyze you.
can you see it?
poor little girl,
but he loves you, does he not?
your heart is pure gold, little girl,
isn't his too?
so gold he tells you not to worry, to trust him,
though things never go your way?
so gold and so bright,
because he's brave, you're his conquest,
so gold that his presence feels more lonely than his absence?
you are pure gold, little girl,
can't you see?
you're searching for the love you should give to yourself.
YOU ARE READING
C'est La Vie
Puisia collection of poetry made for laughs, smiles, late night crying, philosophical life questions and self worth revelations. indulge and enjoy
