She wears her heart upon her sleeve,
It overflows with rainbow colours.
Her sympathies are bright and deep,
She cares for anyone who sorrows.
Her smile is the kindest of the grace,
She’ll keep you warm and whisper blessing.
No worries ever touch your face,
She’ll keep you safe and free from guessing.
She is the one you’ll always want,
To walk by you in darkest hours –
The thing, though, is – she’s a lying cunt,
She only does what suits her covers.
Wonder who made her that way?
Beautiful write from an unhealed heart?
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some questions do not need answers – some don’t want to hear it 🙂
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So very true. My heart sunk when I read your ending. I understood. Bless your heart. Love.
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Thank you ♥
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