She is
As pale
And beautiful
As porcelain
And just as fragile
Her skin
Shines
So bright and clean
She could stare out
Through two glass eyes
Like a porcelain doll
But her eyes
And her skin
Are covered in
Dust
Soot
And the pain
Of being left behind
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
