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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.
- Title: #4 [Untitled]
- Artist: Zlae
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Description:
Hope you enjoyed it! I tried for a sad poem filled with raw emotion, with subtle hints of her death.
Tell me what you think! - Date: 08/25/2011
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