The beast of our Heart


Our minds are the beasts that control us,
And our hearts are the puppets that are
hidden under our lies,
But what lays on the ground is just a little girl,
Whom is in search of one to rely,
With close eyes and fear to go,
And turned windows down the road,
Hoping for one to come and hide
But what comes out is just a story to be told.

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