Indignantly you threw me away
as if I were cracked paper-mache.
Inside my subtle creases
my self-esteem was torn into a million pieces.
Discarded items can come back into style.
They require mercy lead by a compassionate smile.
Someone new has mended my form
with a solder enabling me to join
an establishment of bliss,
So, Mr. Perfect, I no longer miss your kiss.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Indignantly you threw me away
as if I were cracked paper-mache.
Inside my subtle creases
my self-esteem was torn into a million pieces.
Discarded items can come back into style.
They require mercy lead by a compassionate smile.
Someone new has mended my form
with a solder enabling me to join
an establishment of bliss,
So, Mr. Perfect, I no longer miss your kiss.