he built her a house
but she tore it down
until the glass table was shattered by her dancing stilettos and the mirrors were stained by her lipstick and the very ceiling itself wept upon her entry.
she crushed his canopy
she smashed his love
yet she continued to dance on the shards of the table since she had no conception of the damage and with every stab she marred his heart further.
he repaired the glass
he rebuilt the roof
and when she came to her senses and saw that she was without a home he welcomed her inside.
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Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
