makeshiftxhalo

These thoughts are ruptured My eyes for you like shooting daggers of shattered glass and emptied trust Kept clean of smooth silk, your ideals Prove sneer as truth fabricates of needle and twine Opinions change, as friendships die The image of perpetual infidelity, A mirror will not lie.

fickle persecution of your tempered allegations just turn off, don't waste my time with reservations to your accomplishments i thought you should know steady eyes and broken down smiles, the taste of innocence that rests gently on truth's lips.

A silent rememberance The tears left spent, rest assure These eyes, long last seen Never ending scriptures And second hand goodbyes Words cease to mend Fixated on closure that Lifted off pages, ink has bled Quaint notes torn into Intricate pieces, vague or unsaid

Arrogant winds blow as the sky is churning Malevolent as our storm brews with grace Capture this moment in it's short reprise Livid and unmistaken, this riddle has frayed Second hand goodbyes gently revitalize A one last chance to redefine Speak soft and hold my desperation Stand tall on the brim of destruction Fate cast a grim look of sweet demise Blink once, but hold on for your dearest life

I'm just a doll, in my box, on my shelf. I live in a world of sweet dreams and plastic. I have my comb, my shoes, and my clothes ... I have everything I value here with me. I can't read the pricetag, but I can tell I'm not cheap. I know what I'm worth, my glass eyes and lace socks on my feet. My delicate ceramic skin, and my hand-made dress ... I have to be quite a prize to be had. I'm not like the rest! But still, here I wait. I've been here so long now. Years I've waited to be purchased, alone in my box. I know they must think I'm not worth the price ... Every time they see the cost, they just push me aside. One time, there was