Oh no my porcelain is crumbling,
decay has come to eat me away.
My porcelain cracked,
my porcelain
turned black and yellow,
my porcelain fell to pieces
in your hands,
I started to crumble.
The glue didn’t last,
the hold wasn’t strong enough
to keep me from falling apart
like glass.
My porcelain was once new,
but with use,
my porcelain couldn’t handle
such abuse.
Come save me,
make me a heart of gold,
make me brilliant
and eternally yours,
a porcelain doll with a heart of gold.
I surrender to your fix,
to your application
and programming,
for I am broken and
I need your fix.
My porcelain heart is
broken and crumbled,
nothing is left but dust and ash.
Porcelain heart's weren't meant to last.
© By Amanda Shelton
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Oh no my porcelain is crumbling,
decay has come to eat me away.
My porcelain cracked,
my porcelain
turned black and yellow,
my porcelain fell to pieces
in your hands,
I started to crumble.
The glue didn’t last,
the hold wasn’t strong enough
to keep me from falling apart
like glass.
My porcelain was once new,
but with use,
my porcelain couldn’t handle
such abuse.
Come save me,
make me a heart of gold,
make me brilliant
and eternally yours,
a porcelain doll with a heart of gold.
I surrender to your fix,
to your application
and programming,
for I am broken and
I need your fix.
My porcelain heart is
broken and crumbled,
nothing is left but dust and ash.
Porcelain heart's weren't meant to last.
© By Amanda Shelton
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