She is a broken picture
A skewed version of herself
No one knows the real her
Not even herself
She is made of glass
Almost invisible, if not obvious
She disappears silently
And is never seen
Her tears are crystalline
Clear as the diamonds
That encrust the ring
She never takes off
Her grey eyed hide the pain
Skulls adorned on her dress
Her inner pain is irrelevant
To you, and to me
Paisley skulls and stormy eyes
Shedding tears for a life lost
A broken piece of glass
Gone, but never was there
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A Collision of Minds: Poems
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with sexuality, depression, internal and external conflicts, and acceptance. Trigger warning!
