I let my heart be molded
With the stretchy dough of my soul
See the edges how they folded
When you thrust it into a bowl
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Twist it in whichever way you wanted
As long as you don't let it go
This quantity is all that you've gotten
I cannot give you more
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Paint it any colour you thought suited
Just to cover up the blows
Now I feel raw and exploited
You don't know what you caused
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The cracks left open they exploded
You couldn't quite fix the holes
With such force you plummeled
You didn't know how to treat souls
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You couldn't bake me like you should of
This was half-baked from the start
After everything I put up
You wanted cake I was a tart
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Hmm, so this is metaphorically speaking, I am not saying I am made of dough ;) Anyways I appreciate you reading my poems, with all my heart!! Just wanted to get it out there!❣️
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
