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Break Free

Contributed by justagirl447 on Thursday, 3rd December 2009 @ 02:58:44 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I made my body clay.
Contorting to fit your hands.
The very pair that was my armor.
You shaped me slowly.
Carving all your amenities.
Brainless, I begin to crack.
My heart begins to breathe
Regaining control.
My sculpted mouth unglues to speak
No longer trapped in your creation.
I burst through your man made exterior.
But my words are meaningless to you.
Unmolded I am worth
Nothing.

The words which you speak
Is what I hear.
They shred my shell to fractures,
Your lies pierce through
My newly revealed ears.
Dead in my mind
Your promises dig their own grave.
Secure by the weight above them.
Not able to resurface.
The steady control your crafting hands once had
Now shake with guilt.
Silently sobbing, sorrow fills my eyes.
The droplets fall.

Your creation has abandoned you.
The glazed porcelain layer now broken
Like egg shells mixed with glass.
So delicate I was, how easily you broke me.
The fire behind your lies
Hardened my shell.
But my fallen pieces were sharp
They cut your skilled hands with reality.
Black and blue I glued myself back together.
My stature stronger then before.




Copyright © justagirl447 ... [ 2009-12-03 14:58:44]
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Re: Break Free (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Tuesday, 8th December 2009 @ 01:15:58 PM AEST
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God bless your bleeding heart x
This happens all too often, we females
are just not designed to be cold and
not bothered over something that should be
so special. You are not alone x
luv Star x x x




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