blood drips to the floor
she lost the war
porcelain cracks the face
beautiful disgrace
air leaves the chest
pretty girl depressed
cut wide open
meets death broken
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
Porselain.
blood drips to the floor
she lost the war
porcelain cracks the face
beautiful disgrace
air leaves the chest
pretty girl depressed
cut wide open
meets death broken
