Her heart was made
of glass,
and her skin was made
of paper.
she breaks her heart
and cuts her skin,
one day she pulled the trigger.
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Poetry#1 Crazy minds, twisted stories, broken hearts and crying souls; craved for poems to be read and told ; (6/11/18) ❤ #2 (03/18/18) ❤ #5 (12/8/19)
fragile
Her heart was made
of glass,
and her skin was made
of paper.
she breaks her heart
and cuts her skin,
one day she pulled the trigger.
