polkadotlove
Let's go build a fortress, To keep out all the pain, Let's go mend my broken heart, And make it whole again. You can't pretend to understand, Or to know how I feel, But let's plaster up my broken heart, And teach it how to heal. I'm sw…
Should I wear a hat when writing? To avoid my thoughts escaping and flying off in flocks of sparrows. Who will I be then? My eyes will lose their colour and my cheeks their rosyness. Just another pretty face.
Ringing the pupil, a muddy brown, they are streaks of pain, all the horrors of the world cloud her vision and dilute her senses. Next comes a splash of green, she's jealous of all the pretty girls with their lashes and curls. Not far after …
The wind whipped my hair as we found comfort in each others arms. We dangled our legs off the peer, teasing the waves with our wriggling toes. The bitter sea air clung to my lashes and made my eyes water. "why are you crying" he asked care…
I peeled back the porcelain mask of the body and tensed. What would I find? Was it worth knowing? No, I had to do this. I owed him that much at least. Concentrating, I flung the mask to the side where it shattered against a wall, before I…
Flowing down my arm and into the sheet of paper, each loop, curve and flick arranges my jumbled thoughts and sets them free on paper, yet they are still bound, tied to the readers perspective and jumbled by the weight of their heavy gaze. T…
I was an eagle, And you were a dove, I was the kettle, And you were the pot, I was a pay phone, And you were the penny, I was padlock, And you were the key, I was the cuckoo, And you were the clock. Until you took flight, I was an eagle…