I am of broken wings,
beaten up to no compassion.
I am of cracked windows,
cracked to pieces in vanity.
I am of dying flowers,
invaded of my liveliness.
I am of a thread,
snapping when I'm cut off.
I am of a porcelain doll,
abandoned and only to haunt the
living with my shattered face.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
I am of broken wings,
beaten up to no compassion.
I am of cracked windows,
cracked to pieces in vanity.
I am of dying flowers,
invaded of my liveliness.
I am of a thread,
snapping when I'm cut off.
I am of a porcelain doll,
abandoned and only to haunt the
living with my shattered face.
