Between the Lines

I am here. I don't go anywhere. My feet step no further than a town. I am alone. How I wish.

It breaks me. I admit it. I crumble down into pieces. It hurts. Very.

I fail to understand. I fail to tolerate. I have failed you.

Oh how I am hurt. I always love you. Even if it hurts, I love you. So much.


XoXo

What Made of You

Your feet,
Never touched solid ground,
Covered with gold shoes,
Topped with rhinestones.

Your hands,
Soft like the baby cottons,
Embellished pure white gold chains with rubies,
Shinning and glittering with diamonds.

Your head,
Silky hair smelt with vanilla,
Crowned with foolishness and irrelevant proud,
Watching down from crumbled castle.


Xoxo
Have a nice day