Every Friday night my thoughts tic
Tic
Toc
Tic
Toc
It makes my heart surrender like a vampire caught sucking too much blood
Where are you tonight? Where are your lies being told this time?
Im out of it. Cracking. A porcelain doll made out of courage and happiness.
Breaking
Being tossed
Shattered
Porcelain.
So tell me? Where are you tonight?
YOU ARE READING
redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you
