Shattered, Broken Soul.

November 18, 2013

I am.. Broken..

My soul marred with defensive wounds..

Failing to elude life's most treacherous blows..

I have been.. Shattered..
the cracks in my once porcelain existence..

A mere bandage could never heal..

When your hands grazed across my velvet skin..

When you took residence in my rolling hills..

A little bit of my soul eroded.. Each time..

And each day there after, when I gazed upon my reflection..

I saw disarray.. I see the cracks..
The cracks you left..

The holes you drilled into my soul..

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