My heart a paperclip
An inevitable attachment
Temptation too great
Surpassing fate, it might be
Perhaps unworthy of this
Glamourised object
The heart's peace
Interrupted
Expect this disturbance to be: Underrated
So! Cry unto your Lord, O weak one
And let it go like sand through thin fingers
It is void of value
Not to be considered or else
You'll be left in the dust
Of the successful from times gone by
A request, a plea:
Stay pure for the sake of salvation
For the glamour and the glitter deserve damnation
Yes, beauty cannot faze me
So do not come for me and
Let me go to live
Peacefully
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Save Our Souls and other poems
PoetryA collection of WhisperFlora's poems. (pssst that's me!) It's a collection, so I'll add more to it. And there'll be a range of poems - some are light and fun to read while others...Well, why don't you see for yourself? Copyright 2014-2019
