Broken: She Is Forever Beautifully Broken
She’s a beautiful mess, a tumultuous sight,
Red and blue ribbons fall down,
Over her dress, with a shimmering gleam,
Dancing upon the green ground,
Imprinting a path of honest obscure,
On the wet stones glowing with grey,
As these ribbons of love cover her ears,
Taking her heartache away,
But her eyes are free, screaming the truth,
The truth of those words all unsaid,
Her eyes tell the story of the pain that she walked,
She walked while lying in bed,
She’s a conflicted story, she’s dug herself out,
With a beautiful life to restart,
Hiding the butterflies buried deep down,
The butterflies dead in her heart.
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