Miss Goody-two-shoes
My perfect disguise
Not seen through people wise
My entry's gonna be grand
All the deaths that I planned
Miss goody-two-shoes
Miss goody-two-shoes
Regret's something I will not feel
So many wounds that will not heal
All with the perfect alibi
So cross my heart to die
Miss goody-two-shoes
Miss goody-two-shoes
Miss Grace writes in her inimitable style, poems brimming with emotions. This poem is not different. For the poet, life is a stream of "Wounds that do not heal". She regrets nothing, she
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Miss Grace