Poem -
Stone Cold
Like a classical sculptureÂ
Tender yet cold
What does she have to hide?
A heart of goldÂ
Look, just onceÂ
Will it melt the cream ice?
Your eyes are her playgroundÂ
In them she is free
In your eyes she is beautifulÂ
Like a classical sculptureÂ
Tender yet Cold
Even a heart of gold can grow cold
I wrote this poem a while back, thought I should share it anyway.
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