People think I'm Good,
Pure, and brave, and strong,
With a heart so full with kindness,
That could never hurt a fly.
So maybe they are right,
Maybe I do do Good,
But for now I think otherwise,
'Cause I think my heart is black.
People think I follow the rules,
When in total reality I don't,
They all think I'm as great as a princess,
Yet I could fit for a criminal.
So maybe I'm a bit of both,
Both Good and with Evil,
Yet somehow I know that deep, deep down,
My heart truly is Evil.
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Author:
Eeva (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2016 17:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
No, it's not...
I like this read, the line between good and evil perhaps we all stagger like a drunk while walking it no matter how straight we try to remain.
nice poem, good flow and subject
enjoyed reading.
beware ye floret's of Eden
for thine heart and soul be frail
n'er eat the fruit found in the garden
beyond the serpents trail
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