Broken Glass
Hearts stopped beating
a silence that craved emotion
and a feeling your cupid could never forget
those words carved meticulously
onto my delicate but bruised skin
a demon in disguise as a beautiful angel
manipulating pretty whispers into sin
Forever words only a fleeting destiny
as the rusty nail pierces another vein
the pain pulses as memories of you pass
and you leaving me dripping
a reflection of my former self lost once more
walking upon shards of my own broken glass
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