"Why did the porcelain doll, fall, she always stood above others, oh so very tall.
Problems washed effortlessly through her smile, made you wonder would you have gone through that mile.
Why would she stain such fabric, upon hearing the unforgettable click.
But did you ever peer through close doors,to see the ripped ends of her heart.
Or did you just waddle through the vicinity, look ever so closely to see her broken rosary.
For her prayer was left undone because she couldn't have fathom.
Shall the facts stay unburied, be the one to unravel what she couldn't have carried."
I wrote this as your chapter because, I just wanted to show people that through imagery there are more words to fit than anything else.
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
