She is beautifully broken,
A stunning mosaic of shards,
Her undoing was foretoken,
She is beautifully broken.
Her fate is sealed but unspoken,
Her psyche is a house of cards,
She is beautifully broken,
A stunning mosaic of shards.
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You can’t see me crying behind the mask.
You don’t know I’m sighing behind the mask.
Adorned to society’s standards,
For I am trying behind the mask.
I embellish with a painted smile,
Endlessly lying behind the mask.
My performance so believable,
You have ceased prying behind the mask.
The girl you know is a fallacy,
And she is dying behind the mask.
Inspiring image, Colloquium, by baroquedoll on DeviantArt.com
Baby, it’s cold outside… I thought I’d heat it up a little with this Throwback Thursday.
“Patience darling” he softly stated,
Delay was something she always hated,
But here and now she was elated,
His whispers left her stimulated.
Beneath her blindfold there she waited,
For his touch anticipated
Biting her lip with breath bated,
To release desire he had created.
Image credit: doccotton.com
Feathered
Brushstrokes flutter across the sky,
Traveling on a breeze,
Destination
Unknown.
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Carrie Mayhem 