a slow beautiful death

we ARE all dying

Saturday, June 09, 2007

living doll

i was playing with you

i didn't know- you were a fragile thing.

you broke

i broke


you are not a doll now

because you are broken

i have cracked your glass eyes

unveiled a soul, hiding.

1 Comments:

  • At 9:28 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Aww, i like this. It speaks so much of how you can change people, and how they can change you too, no matter how deep your relationship is with them..

     

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