VanityA Poem by cristamay76
Casting myself away
Silly girls silly girls Im not sure which is worse, casting stones or casting pearls Wasted oh so wasted, precious time, priceless time In the face of insecurity, vanity is such the crime Pretty glass chapels on the hill I want to throw stones because I'm angry and ill but the fact remains it sits there still and Here I am with many hopes dashed someday my prince will come I hope he does fast. Remember me at the wishing well we're all your gold can go to hell I've been rich and poor it's just as well but without the Lord its an empty shell. © 2014 cristamay76Reviews
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