Angelic little cherub cheeks Rosey and perfect in complexion Little do we realize what lurks beneath This sweet, innocent little smile Candy coated evil in all its glory As we dote over such a beautiful child When in reality we nurture what hides inside
For within us all is this little cherub Even though we are no longer children This little angelic creature is definately not from heaven But from the hell we have inside ourselves As the inner child throws its tantrums While we smile on the outside, keeping it chained within
(c)2002 A Riddle
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Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2003
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