Broken dolls
Rainbows fade
My smile dies
Hers grows larger
The world grows cold
Broken
My saviour
He saves my life
Taking away the knife
That she brought against my skin
He bends it like tin
Though tough, she took her toll
She thrives in the darkness
Hunting like a huntress
She hits my walls again
Spits at my love
She cannot defeat me
She cannot beat me
Again
For I am his
And he is mine
She has no place here
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Short Stories and other various things
Short StoryRandom stuff that I wrote for fun. Poems, short stories, rarely anything more than that. Just things I've written to pass the time, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have writing them.
