A softened soul, with a heart of gold, compassion flowed through her veins
A generous heart, saw giving as art, she was sunshine through pounderous rains
While the world around her dark, her smile was a token of light
It only grew brighter, with an "at first sight"
An illusion of light, a golden mimic, he was a masked facade of joy
Loving at first, a master with words, he was a silence that brought on storms
Those beautiful words, never she heard, she never expected to fall
In love or depression, but depressed she now was
With the question of the centry stuck to her tounge
And as for her light, still beautiful, less bright
Dulled by the mimic of gold, and an iced over heart she never did hold
And the question she asked, with a tear on her face she looked in his eyes and said
"How could you make Brass out of beautiful gold?"


By: Justus pete
@Justus_poetry226
© poetic_justus11/07 #Love&love #broken