Broken dollHe sings me lullabiesWhen sleep doth press on tired eyes.And leaves soft kissesThat hush broken cries.Beauty as fair as porcelainTo him I am compelling.But a fall has cracked my hollow soulAnd a break like that takes a toll.No matter, he still lovesThis broken dollAnd will cushion my every fall.Even though, I will never love him backFor my previous love left a crackToo big to fix, a gapToo wide to wrap.He knows my soul has slipped awayAnd both of us must pay the tollto try and make me whole.And when he failsAnd pain prevailsFear washing over us anew,He'll find his soul feels empty too.Tonight he'll
A MaskA mask is not a simple concealer.A plastic face of feathers.A change of facial features.It can be a deceivance of personality.It is a protection of the mind.It's perhaps the will to do harm...The simple quirking of your lips.The simple lilt of your voice.The simeple unease, of your eyes.Can make a mask.Can change your appearence.Can fool any stranger.Not every genious dreams only of equations.Not every priest shares a dovotion to God.Not every human holds a will to do good.Masks are the shields to break around a heart.Masks are the protective barriers that coat out throughts.Masks are out locks, to shut out a