I'm a lover of shiny things
Of bottles of pills
Some love tries to reach me
But only to kill
So I use my shiny things
To block out the shrill
Gasping
Cry of my heart
As I rip it apart
What made you think you could feel
Cuz true love isn't real
We are all just wearing masks
Painted in beautiful ways
But I'm a lover of old things
And art is different theses days.
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
