To him I am like a porcelain doll,
He knows I brake easy so he is careful,
My emotions put cracks all over me,
But he holds me together.
To him I am like a porcelain doll,
He knows I cave in easily so he takes advantage,
My emotions deepen the cracks all over me,
But he still holds me together.
To him I am like a porcelain,
He knows how to make me smile,
My emotions cause me to shatter,
But still he holds me together.
To him I am like a porcelain doll,
He knows I am not of use any more,
My emotions begin to put cracks on him,
But he finds a way to hold us both together.
To him I am like a porcelain doll,
He knows not how much he means to me,
My emotions deepen the cracks on him,
So I'll hold him together.
We both are our set of porcelain dolls,
We know we both break easily,
Out emotions shatter us,
But we'll hold us both together.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoesiaThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
