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 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
Chloe
Let your heat emanate,
Your embers, fiery as your flame.
 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
Chloe
The shoe won't fit...the shoe won't fit...

Cinderella sits on the velvet stool.

My toes won't fit...my heels won't fit...

She desperately crams her foot into the shoe.

The glass it burns...cool against my blood...

Her curtain of locks mask her scrunched-up face.

Just a little longer....just a minute more...

She holds back the tears smarting in her eyes.

It fits...it fits...I'll make it fit...

Slowly, she gets on her own two feet.

A better life...better future...

*She grits her teeth, walking forward, step by step, scarlet tears dripping from her mangled feet.
Appreciate the shoes you walk in, because someone, somewhere out there, is desperate to be in yours. Be grateful. I know this is a little morbid, but...oh well.
 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
Chloe
Shine on my black heart,
Purge me of my pain.
 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
Chloe
Take me under your wing,
Shield me from prying eyes.
 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
Chloe
You make my skin crawl,
Like writhing maggots beneath,
Like the innocent child's scrawls,
Tainting my canvas, my skin.

Your words, they pierce me,
Like the ***** of a needle.
Caressing, so fatally,
Over the scarred, raised skin,

The years of mistreat,
Has treated me harsh,
Showing meat so starved,
Brittle bones over skin.

The world! Such a joke,
Made of him, her and you.
My existence, mere smoke,
Our stories, nothing but skin.

For skin show where we've traversed,
The roads we have trod,
A beautiful canvas,
Of cools, brights and skin.

I am proud of my masterpiece,
It's whittled into my skin.

From the lines embossed to my chest,
To the intricate blend of colors,
The white spiraling scars,
Etched deeper than skin.

Here I stand,
Here I scream.
Proud of the bands,
That bind me as one, my skin.
 Feb 2015 xXwallflower53Xx
ARI
She was something so marvelous,
Something I could never understand.

Her smile said a thousand words,
Although her lips rarely made a sound.

Her eyes held abandoned stories,
Like none I have ever heard before.

Her laughter like a song so sweet,
Not an artist could do her justice.

I watched her fall apart one day,
And then I realized just what she was.

She was a gift so rare to live;
The perfect poem with a heartbeat.

-ARI
You give them your ******* heart
For them to laugh it
For them to want more
But they can erase you out of there life in one second
Because they didn't care about you
They just want to empty your heart
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