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Small, big, short, long, and strange poems, created and edited by Taelum Elizibeth Starborn.

Rusting Away No More

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by TaelumEStarborn

by TaelumEStarborn

I can Smile.

(They're all fake, but you never notice...)

I can laugh, too.

(It's always forced, though...)

I can love.

(No, that's a lie.)

People say I have such pretty eyes.

(They don't notice how dull they are when they spout such lies...)

They say I am burning to the touch.

(But I feel as cold as ice on the inside.)

They say I am as beautiful a ivory.

(I'm too pale and weak...)

The people say everything's going to be okay.

(No it's not, I'm not okay.)

I stare out of the window at night sky as the moon and stars wave to me.

(I won't talk to anyone anymore, I won't be fake anymore.)

My heart is made of metal.

(covered in rust is my cracked and broken beat.)

I holler out when I fall.

(I scream for my freedom of as destroyed, rusted wings attempt to fly.)

I smile wickedly when I crash.

(Down... down... down... SPLAT! Oil leaks from my destroyed veins.)

I soar in the sky and laugh along with the tinkling breezes.

(I am free! Free from that weak and rusted body!)