Broken
A worn out puppet with it's newly strings attached...
Smashed up doll that is constantly broken...
even when it's fixed...cracks are often appearing when it comes to the destroying it....
A broken heart.
A broken soul.
A broken doll.
Who can fix her?
No one can...
Hopes all the way up...
ended up making her fall back down...
cracking to bits...
Each piece has a memory of all the pain...
Just like a mind...
It will remember all of its pain from all of the past...
to the present.
But look at them....all they do is smile at the broken doll...
don't even think about picking up the doll...
glue all the pieces together...
There it is...
Broken smile.
That one smile everyone loved.
Smashed.
Crushed.
All that is left...
Porcelain.
Tears that run...
Forevermore.
Will they ever stop?
Never.
Not even a billion years.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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