Fragile as porcelain,
I am a tiny doll.
A slight wrong shake,
And down I fall.
Shatter...I may,
Fight...I might.
Tiny, glass, breakable doll.
Easy to crush,
I am a rose.
Simple and sweet,
Till the winter snows.
Coldness...around me,
Crushing…surrounds me.
Soft, young, crushable rose.
You may not see
But it is there.
I can be broken
Beyond repair.
Just look around,
And see what you do.
Broken to pieces,
Because I loved you.
Now here I lay,
Mingled and sad,
All because,
Of a love gone bad.
Never again,
Can I trust someone new,
All because,
Of an evil you.
Hear my cry,
Hear my plea,
Try as I may,
You ignore me.
To broken...I am.
Life...to dead.
I am shattered,
With all I'm feed.
So with a last breath,
I give my last words.
Crying, dying
broken bird.
"Look around,
See the pain.
Can you ever,
do this again?"
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"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
-William Shakespeare