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In her new satin gowns, she drowns.
A sad and shattered heart bound tight with nothing but
creamy lace and silver buttons.
Playing dress-up with the damned.
A sad and shattered heart bound tight with nothing but
creamy lace and silver buttons.
Playing dress-up with the damned.
Literature
wishes
i am not a flower,
if you
tear out
a piece of me,
stomp it
halfway between cracks in the sidewalk,
it will only die.
but
our lips fit together
perfectly, like
all the broken pieces.
[maybe it was just a dream.]
Literature
Sense Memory
I developed taste.
We lost touch.
Literature
Four of a Kind (Confessions of a King).
I am
The upward curl
Of her mouth,
The smile she wears
When she has no doubt
That what she sees
Is true.
I am all her cares.
I am the glimmer
In her eyes -
All she sees
Because I leave her blind.
I am the polluted oxygen
She thrives off of -
The very same toxicity
Coursing through her veins,
Merely a harlequin
Who increases her pains.
I am the king
Of her body,
Of her heart.
I am all that she values
And I value all that
She has to lose.
I am the fall
Before the pain,
The slow dancing
Of the dying leaves
In a season
Without the rain.
I am the largest planet
In her universe,
Maybe not her sun
But I am the only one
Her earth
Revolves around.
I
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Hide the pieces of a broken heart amidst the splendor of velvet and silk to soak up the blood.
A little something I just thought up right now. Nothing much. Just kinda...did.
Comments and critiques are always very much adored.
A little something I just thought up right now. Nothing much. Just kinda...did.
Comments and critiques are always very much adored.
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This brings to mind both women of olden times with tight corsets and saddening happening as well as modern ones you dream of being princesses. Well said.