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Poetry

Basically, I pour my heart out onto a piece of paper and you read it. Simple, really.

Broken

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by Architect_of_Olympus

by Architect_of_Olympus

I'm the broken soldier in the toy box,
I'm the match that will not light,
I'm the danger when there's safety,
I'm the daytime in the night.

I'm the scratched gem on the bracelet,
I'm a torch when battery is low,
I'm captivity in freedom,
I'm the needle that will not sew.

I come draped in bubble wrap,
For fear that I might break.
What they don't know is I'm broken,
And grow more so every day.