she fell too
fondly into fortune's
sweet dreaming
& sequestered us
to the cold

that toybox heart
birthed and bred from
clay
was left out far
too long to
mold

& the flies began to
take hold


there exists a
stark contrast between
what is deemed
brave
& what's bold

they say she'll fight
fate just not to
fold

you'd never believe it,
baby but those
tears?



they're solid
gold.