I'm a broken down doll,
With shattered glass eyes,
That mirror your smiles,
and show them as lies.
I spin you my tale,
With enraged artistry,
It's not the romance,
That you see on T.V.
My knight in his armour,
Is covered in rust,
As our twilight of love,
Becomes a graveyard in dusk.
We bury our hearts,
With their stitches and thread,
Another piece stolen,
Another day dead.
I tug the scraps together,
ignoring the pain,
Paint on a fresh smile,
and fake it, again.














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