i never knew you were the person who'd break the faces of the pretty porcelain dolls, but i should've seen it coming.
i was warned you liked to break gorgeous things but i didn't listen much.
in fact- i gave you my ears, along with the ability to command my mouth and words.
when i gained my once owned freedom, i broke my own heart of glass and found out that there is in fact no life on mars.
i arrived within a room full of souls, my eyes rapidly examined the area- drastically hoping to meet your gaze.
within a few wasted minutes and hallucinatory glances, i found you- staring directly at me.
that's when i was urged to be cautious about your porcelain doll habits and your inability to walk through glass shops.
i should've listened to the words of wisdom given to me for free, it would've been a lot cheaper than therapy.
i'll never walk the glass bridge to the life on mars, broken porcelain dolls aren't worth it.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
