A heart constructed of pure gold,
Enriched with touch of charity,
Finesse is locked behind her eyes,
Touch her with love,
She's petrified,
In her life there is no clarity,
Walking in a crowded place,
Panic set asunder,
Head filled with unkind sorrow,
So very cruel,
Tears flowed as she rushed,
Drowning her face,
Her strained facade,
It's raining tears,
Gasping in a hoarse world,
Trying to catch maybe last breath,
It obviously wasn't,
The lady with the heart that's crushed!
Olivia Kent June 2013