PorcelainA Poem by AleyahA suffocated fire, wavering in the rain yet still deemed same no longer a shining stone, no desire to be alone.
Gentle like a feathered bird,
Dripping, bleeding on the floor Running through the frozen forest,
Past the point of giving in,
© 2011 AleyahReviews
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StatsAuthorAleyahSomewhere Only I know , NMAboutMy name's Aleyah :) I adore world culture and diversity, I can't stand moths and egg salad I drink orange juice like its my job! I hardcore want to travel the world some day ♥ Films, cin.. more..Writing
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