Battered Frames
Up and down our emotions are being twirled around the finger of a sadistic little girl.
Our seems a tad torn where they lay sown, the stuffing now a bit more fragile than before
Motion now a tad tiresome as the given turns to effort so gravely lent.
Broken is beautiful in my eyes the cracks shine in divinity as i adore the trails in your skin.
You trace the carved pieces of my story with your finger tips.
You are a little fragile, a little battered at the core.
Don't worry i am a little broken, a little bruised just a little sore!
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