Amber Heart

April 15, 2014

Brittle like glass she was

Every light shone through her

And no matter what she does

People always stare

It makes her feel so edgy

She cuts them razor sharp

Only to magnify her beauty

And make them love her more

Theres a scorpion in her soul

Trapped, unable to fight

If anger shatters her beauty

the creature has a poisonous bite

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