Paper HeartsPaper HeartsPaper Hearts
Two simple white hearts Written on clean new paper That wait for just a few changes, Clipped together Bound together.
Blood bound once They still long to be read
Together again
Inseparable and apart
But time has changed this novel This old writing of love That few even plagiarized Had become a journal And a diary Bereft with lost thought And unsolvable problems Now this journal is made With two scraps of paper
These two pages, Both torn Using mood swings And fights
Broken Wingsit's off the cuff never enough love that you're stuck with (a silent symphony concluded)Broken Wings
bump a simple melody an epiphany eluded lust's precious sting (and everything included)
it's time's broken wing wined + dined minus finding out finding faith and finding yourself (unsuited)
grave emotional stains bloated out chains carried around my neck fear did soon abort me (trifling)
but it's not the weight what
worries me
Porcelain DollPorcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code.Porcelain Doll
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering
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Thyme two right.
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
Broken Wings
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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