Those with hearts of pure gold couldn't hide the pain if they tried, and those with hearts of pure stone, live with the pain and horrors inside, bottle it up, keep away, deteriorating with each passing day. those with gold let it go away. silver bleeds stone, oozes with sadness, as people avoid them like they are nothing. they go, fade. so be one of those with hearts of gold, be one who shares and comforts and is comforted by others who don't avoid.
A/N this reminds me of draco malfoy and harry potter, so bad like WTF
ESTÁS LEYENDO
just poems, I am thirteen years old, so don't expect much
PoesíaJust some poems that I wrote. J am thirteen, so sorry if they are a bit crappy, but I have school and stuff and i created my account yesterday and stuff. All poems belong to me, and me only. Sorry for cheesy description. Good bye peeps!
