lovely is the girl with golden locks and seashells
furnishing diamonds with her glamor of youth
how beautiful she rises from coins valued beyond
the very breath sustaining a life devoid of substance
can you not taste the bitterness guarding her tongue
can you not feel the shallow heart which pounds so loud
she fears quiet murmurs will expose a polished masquerade
demeaning a precious soul longing for exquisite lies
can you not establish your head from your heart, sir,
or does fear arrest your faith in self worth and
the most genuine love that surely awaits your drained vessel
can you not see past the veil of beauty and lights
where only but a pile of bones rest in the loneliness of riches
coins and beauty fade, my dear,
but simplicities that speak life into a restless soul
never diminishes a genuine heart
a simple girl swimming in hopes too high
“Nothing gold can stay” -Robert Frost
Heroin Diaries 