What's wrong with being
One of a broken love and
One of swirled colors?
Because I am not just white
The child of fading flame
They say I'll be fine
But I don't know what I want
They say "don't worry"
But "fine" is just not enough
If it was, what use am I?
Graze your hands over
My skin burns hotter than flame
I disintegrate
All that's left is a pile;
Pile of ashes and dreams
YOU ARE READING
All that Remains
PoetryThe girl of paper skin and diamond tears and a glass heart lives and loves and laughs, but what will happen when her skin is torn? Her heart shattered?
