The girl with the silver heart
The girl with the silver heart is worth more to me than gold, she does not have a heart of gold that for which all do search, but her heart of silver has more worth than that of gold, thus is for the small impurity it has more luster and lets all the light shine ever the brighter But alas I cannot find her... she is hidden from my sight by a cloud, perhaps that of jealousy or that of spite, but one of which I cannot myself dispose. She is beautiful beyond compare and has no hurt but that which others so willingly seek to inflict upon her and her person. I have never seen her and which is an issue I must rectify but I have no regrets save one, the fact that I will never find her save in my dreams. I have found those with hearts of gold, and those with hearts of stone, but she never will I find nor will she find anyone to call a friend that she can honestly say will never want to stab her in the back or find a friend who can listen, just listen and honest to god listen, not interrupt but listen. There are many on this earth that can do this, but the greater part of them couldn’t respond if you wanted them to, for they who listen best... are dead. And she with the silver heart is one so fair of mind that her only imperfections are those implemented to her mind by the coercement of the lost and the failing minded of our pale and colorless society. She is for me as to the girl with the heart of gold is to the day dream believer. And he who is a day dream dreamer is not the loss of society but the upholder of the living breathing people and is the only one who can find she who is the girl with the silver heart. And it is she who is my only salvation, she whom I will never find.