The Girl With The Heart Shaped Face
Always a smile playing around your lips,
And sweet merriment pouring out
Unafraid of ridicule,
A little girl in a world of giants.
The smell of cigarettes, subtly swirling with a sweet fragrance
Always the same, you welcome me in.
How did you obtain so much Love in your Heart?
So battered and bruised, and open
I stare, pathetic and amazed at you
Incredulous, how you stand, with so many knives in your back,
Inspiring, how you stand, with so many hands twisting your throat.
Life is a sickness, and Love is a verb,
And the light of your freedom blinds me,
Even when Death pervades my cell.
You carved the word ‘hope’, into my Heart
And your smile will never leave me.
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The Girl With The Heart Shaped Face, which
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