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!