See, I'm a glass creation,
A ruby red sensation.
Brush my hair of night,
And pucker my lips delight.
Dress me in gowns of pearls,
Wrap my head in curls.
On my head, put a crown,
Rip me apart, tear me down.
Look at me, fragile and sweet,
You like that I'm small and neat.
Yet you push and shatter me,
Even though I beg and plea.
I may be a porcelain doll,
But I bleed, and I fall.
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
