Thursday, August 6, 2015

What Made of You

Your feet,
Never touched solid ground,
Covered with gold shoes,
Topped with rhinestones.

Your hands,
Soft like the baby cottons,
Embellished pure white gold chains with rubies,
Shinning and glittering with diamonds.

Your head,
Silky hair smelt with vanilla,
Crowned with foolishness and irrelevant proud,
Watching down from crumbled castle.


Xoxo
Have a nice day

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