Broken
a girl was broken. as broken as most are. no other heart could heal her cracks. so she was slowly chipping away into nothing. behind the rest she was shattered and broken...
walls of glass,
flying stones,
is broken diffrent,
from alone?
inside where her layers fell away the cold echos through her and she feels it empty her of her of her soul...
shattered walls,
empty heart,
growing colder,
from the start...
so in the end the girl was broken and came to be nothing more than that...
crystal dust,
oh so fine,
have you seen the broken,
friend of mine?
goes with alone. @};~
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2011
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