Porcelain
Consumed once again,
The memory hurts more than the pain
So caught in all you've lost.
Remembering for everything there is a cost.
Too lost to be found.
Too hurt to heal.
Only now you see yourself bound,
To all you never wanted to feel.
Pretty Porcelain...
Pretty porcelain your decorative purpose.
Fragile girl this is your curse.
Momentary perfection,
Inside lies defection.
Pretty porcelain is all that matters,
But then again porcelain shatters
A million little fragments of your soul
Each bruised broken and no longer whole.
You're so torn, stretched beyond the limit.
Isolated, cold, aloof, its all you've known isn't it?
Too dead to be reborn.
Too caged to be free.
You're so full of arrogant scorn.
Your armoured detachment this they don't see!
What they don't know, pretty porcelain shatters...
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I enjoyed reading reading this poem. Although I dought that the people this poem is directed to would be litirate enough to understand it.(I am a bad speller so forgive watever mistakes I made)
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Thanks :)
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