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morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
My Lovely Broken Butterfly
Alone we face our fears,Shrunken heart breaking down in tears.Hush, they tell us not to cry,My lovely broken butterfly. Red lipstick, cracked smile,Sharp mascara hiding pain exiled.Broken glass within soft curls,Scarred neck adorned with pure pearls. Weary through hundred difficult trials,Heartbeat hollow, one for each mile.Seams slowly picked apart,Shattered wings, broken heart. Soldier, pick upContinue reading “My Lovely Broken Butterfly”