A crouch that riddles

A poise that turns back age

To the moment where the evilest demon turns into a sage

A look that reeks of innocence, an emotion so deluded, you cannot help give in

It’s the girl inside the woman, with little dreams inviting you to cave in

The eyes that speak of joy, and hide the sorrow

Of what used to be and what’s in-store tomorrow

A sadness that many don’t see

An evasion they simply don’t want to be

Of happy moments few and far in between

Of the soul inside, and its beauty unseen

The hardened self won’t let many a way in

I can see through it all, I, am ready to walk in!


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