My heart is goldbut my hands are coldmy magic wordshidden and frozenfor too long,I was told.wondering nowAm I too late?orPerhaps too old?To pen a painful writefrom a lazy soul.
My heart is goldbut my hands are coldmy magic wordshidden and frozenfor too long,I was told.
wondering nowAm I too late?orPerhaps too old?To pen a painful writefrom a lazy soul.