Her beauty was That of brokenness And chaos Pieces of Her soul were Strewn about like Bits of shattered Mirror
Her beauty was
That of brokenness 
And chaos 

Pieces of
Her soul were
Strewn about like
Bits of shattered 
Mirror 


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woodlandpoetry
woodlandpoetry freelance artist, wild adventurer
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When you cannot show them how you really feel

Her beauty was That of brokenness And chaos Pieces of Her soul were Strewn about like Bits of shattered Mirror

Her heart was ripped Out and lay on the floor In a puddle of Ever growing red Her tears were Like a swelling river After a storm Hidden beneath A porcelain smile

She was only waiting To hit the ground and Smash No more would she have to Paint her mask on She could just Be a broken mess

A Beautiful Broken Mess

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