•Porcelain•
Porcelain.
With each word spoken,
It becomes more broken.
As though stones that hit,
Creating cracks, bit by bit.
With everything they think,
I sink,
Deeper and deeper,
In the sea my tears have created.
My heart,
Barely beating,
Is falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Puisi"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
