I come to you by way of my pen,
to dispell some rumors told.
To hear the lies being spread,
does make my blood run cold.
There is no basis in facts,
that I have a heart of gold.
Never should it have been said,
that I could be a beauty to behold.
Then there is the one that states,
that I have complete self control.
Aparently, someone out there,
swears, I am not yet looking old.
I have a group of so called friends,
that claim I am not thick-skulled.
Some even swear I am demure
and have never been overbold.
It's a shame that lies like these,
have a way of taking hold.
Eventually, they may have even I,
resembling this picture they mould.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC
I come to you by way of my pen,
to dispell some rumors told.
To hear the lies being spread,
does make my blood run cold.
There is no basis in facts,
that I have a heart of gold.
Never should it have been said,
that I could be a beauty to behold.
Then there is the one that states,
that I have complete self control.
Aparently, someone out there,
swears, I am not yet looking old.
I have a group of so called friends,
that claim I am not thick-skulled.
Some even swear I am demure
and have never been overbold.
It's a shame that lies like these,
have a way of taking hold.
Eventually, they may have even I,
resembling this picture they mould.
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