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it's hard to close your eyes and sleep, when your innocence is no longer yours to keep, or your dreams are louder than any scream, and your screams hold more detail than any dream. so how am I supposed to be, a girl who wants to go on a shopping spree, when the thing I most want is to be the one that buys, what was taken when he opened up my thighs. yes he, and they, and he, the ones who took for free, the one thing I miss the most, and for which I payed the cost, so now I need and cherish those, who instead of the thorns give me the rose, whom are few for flowers share, the bond with thorns as biased is bound to fair, and I'll think of all the ways, to rub out all those days, from my memories and all my thoughts, because they always come back to these spots, when pain was unbearable and raw, like Pandora's box but a door, like a crow's song and a caw, like the pageants that rule out your flaw, my eyes will always be the one who saw, a tragedy written and a broken law, so when you notice the scar on my jaw, remember it wasn't from a claw. it's hard to close your eyes and sleep, when your innocence is no longer yours to keep.
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
poem for the broken
it's hard to close your eyes and sleep, when your innocence is no longer yours to keep, or your dreams are louder than any scream, and your screams hold more detail than any dream. so how am I supposed to be, a girl who wants to go on a shopping spree, when the thing I most want is to be the one that buys, what was taken when he opened up my thighs. yes he, and they, and he, the ones who took for free, the one thing I miss the most, and for which I payed the cost, so now I need and cherish those, who instead of the thorns give me the rose, whom are few for flowers share, the bond with thorns as biased is bound to fair, and I'll think of all the ways, to rub out all those days, from my memories and all my thoughts, because they always come back to these spots, when pain was unbearable and raw, like Pandora's box but a door, like a crow's song and a caw, like the pageants that rule out your flaw, my eyes will always be the one who saw, a tragedy written and a broken law, so when you notice the scar on my jaw, remember it wasn't from a claw. it's hard to close your eyes and sleep, when your innocence is no longer yours to keep.
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silentvixen
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Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
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