Bandaids
Can not heal a broken heart
But they can keep it together
For awhile
That is why
When someone dies
You feel okay at first
Then, after a while
The Bandaids rip
Your heart is torn apart
And it starts to bleed
It starts to crumble
Until you cannot be differenciated from all the skeletons living in your closet
But in time
Your heart will heal
But that does not mean
There will be
No scars.
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PoetryBrittle nails Scratching dry skin Cold arms Holds tiny frame Crushing bones Into dust Dust turns to dreams Dreams turn to nightmares Nightmares turn to reality And there is no escape Transparent eyelids Blink ever so slowly Showcasing glossy eyes...
