Stone Hearted
Heart that is practically weak
Eyes that looks so antique
Nose that is very plane
Tears that is shroud with pain
Hands with untold calloused
Legs with numerous flaws
Body with an avid bruise
And feet without its own shoes
You would think, how pathetic...
But that’s only synthetic
No one would grant magical passion
Coz’ no one is showing dependable compassion
What could you get?
You’ll just make yourself sweat
Just leave me alone…
Coz’ this burning heart is already a solid stone
by
jeckgadzposted on 04/19/2008
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