Your heart was made of fools gold and I was the fool to fall for it.
Your actions, poison, sweeter than the richest honey.
Your words, daggers in the form of flowers that I decided to stop and smell.
You turned my heart from gold to coal, but even coal can turn to diamond with enough pressure to change it's form.
So I can be a better person when I leave you, then when I found you.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoesíaThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
