My heart is glass, she's fractured,
Clear slithers set asunder,
Tiny shards of razors bite,
While dust blows through the storm,
My eyes are punctured via flying glass,
Particles send icy tears,
To scratch my scathing cheeks,
Ribbons ripped by fragments,
Of blown sand in cordate form,
A heart made out glass!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
My heart is glass, she's fractured,
Clear slithers set asunder,
Tiny shards of razors bite,
While dust blows through the storm,
My eyes are punctured via flying glass,
Particles send icy tears,
To scratch my scathing cheeks,
Ribbons ripped by fragments,
Of blown sand in cordate form,
A heart made out glass!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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