• carefully rearrange your face,
    defiance burning - passion in
    your crafted, glass heart.
    shattered - accustomed to the
    occasional pain you feel.

    trying to forget the past
    and the scars you gained,
    this porcelain doll hides her
    battle scars
    under that pretty, faded
    plaid dress of hers.

    this porcelain doll, is unknowingly
    bleeding out her colours.

    so to not remember those days
    filled with heartache and pain,
    the pills come, again and again.
    comatose dreams are where she lives,
    reality is suddenly duller.

    broken, she has not loved again,
    for fear of shattering completely.

    little did she know, she was
    ripping herself apart -
    the stitching coming undone,
    tearing at her innermost seams.

    she couldn't scream, couldn't talk -
    but her expression said all she
    couldn't; wouldn't.
    the dreams stopped coming,
    the blood stopped flowing.

    scattered across the dirty pavement,
    the master soon tired, she was no
    longer of use.
    but now in many pieces, she is
    reborn.

    finally free, she roams in spirit.
    my lovely porcelain doll,
    made the most beautiful
    mosaic.