when we first met
you were fresh out the oven
soft, untouched
a blank canvas
a pedigree, bent knee
bubble of naivety
berry-bright smile
and wide eyes
too good for me
look at you know
how i've brought you down
tear tracks dried
but never forgotten
shoulders hunched
braving the crunch
of
shining,
shattered,
scattered
glass underfoot
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Eyes Full of Skies // Mouthfuls of Lies
Poetrythey think i'm weird - i know they do it's true, i'm not like them i'm vulnerable, exposed a snail without its shell that's why the place that i feel safest is the inside of my eyelids where no one else can hurt me if i don't let them in { this is w...
