• moon_at_heart 9w

    By the look of things,
    You'd never know
    She was a ragamuffin,
    She didn't let it show.
    Her clothes were clean
    And neatly pressed.
    Nails were trimmed
    And her face was fresh.
    But a tattered heart
    Was hidden deep inside,
    Patched and scarred
    From tears she cried.
    She hid it so well
    From those all around
    But in the dark of night
    Her tears were found.
    Patched and wounded,
    Soaked by tears
    Her ragamuffin heart
    Was ravished by fears.