Runt of the litter
She'll make starlight from glitter
Big dreams fill her head
Can you feel the warmth of her sun
Small, but unbothered
Oh, this world was her jotter
So she wrote all her hopes
In the heart of the man that she loved
Beautiful heart
Oh, there's thorns where her roses should be
Because she's tired and broken you see
Heart of gold
Yeah, she's frightened, alone and it's cold
So she's bitter and angry and bold
Smile like a rainbow
Heart like inferno
Arms open wide to the light of life
Children who love her
Creator adores her
Oh, oh, oh
Don't let go
Let her feel the warmth of your love.
YOU ARE READING
crescendo.
Poetryin which i navigate this roller coaster called life in rhyme '''''' take a ride with me.
