i envy those boys made of glass
with sweetened words on their tongues
and pretty, desirable faces
the boys that feel worthy of love
i envy those boys that can make someone fall
just seeing their face
with sharp features and soft words
cold hands and warm hearts
i envy those boys made of glass
who cry tears of champagne and gold
because i am too solid, i am too rough
i believe i am made of stone
my words are too real and too bleak
i am far too cynical and sad
to be loved by the porcelain girls
who are looking for what theyve always had
the girls who seek overused words
before love, and honesty, and things they havent heard
you were different, i think,
because you felt more like ceramic
glued together at your cracks and polished at your imperfections
though that made you no less broken
you were quiet
and timid
kind and soft spoken
i am worried you will compensate
for a boy made of glass to make you feel new
though hes never been broken himself,
so you know that his words arent true
you will find someone like everyone else, pretty and gentle and kind
and i will sit back and and watch, because i was the one you were supposed to find
- i knew you in a past life
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some questions id ask my creator about the sun the moon and my place in between
Poetrysome poetry. some common themes are, DID (dissociative identity disorder, the spilt in someones identity which causes them to alter between multiple other identities. more formal term for multiple personalities.) religion (i am not religious, the ma...
