my heart's gold and
my hands are cold and
they're both so delicate
because gold is the
softest of metals and
because the cold
makes bones brittle
and so i fall (over and in love)
and then i breakbreakbreak.
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Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 2016
breakbreakbreak
my heart's gold and
my hands are cold and
they're both so delicate
because gold is the
softest of metals and
because the cold
makes bones brittle
and so i fall (over and in love)
and then i breakbreakbreak.