Careful with me...I'm Broken...
Paper Cutouts
And swollen lids cover the
eyes with no shine,
created by
the lustre
of something that once glimmered.
A fool correlates
this by other meaning...
inside I laugh
rescuing
my mood for another day.
Paper cutouts
of memories
burned..
the words melting
into the sweet scent
of experience,
curling
the carefully cut fingers
around the base of my personality
singeing my soul.
eyes with no shine,
created by
the lustre
of something that once glimmered.
A fool correlates
this by other meaning...
inside I laugh
rescuing
my mood for another day.
Paper cutouts
of memories
burned..
the words melting
into the sweet scent
of experience,
curling
the carefully cut fingers
around the base of my personality
singeing my soul.
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Paper Cutouts
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