Porcelain Soldier

A Poem by Laura Sparkle

Too tired of this nonsense

Your tears have turned to blood,

And in your waking moment

I see you're so much more.

A broken doll was placed

Right upon my palm,

A broken hearted soldier

Has marched to his last song...

Inside your tiny mirror

Two eyes stare back at you

With broken promises,

With lies you never knew...

But as a lost instance,

You fall to your knees

You spend another moment

Forgiving me.

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Added on March 22, 2010
Last Updated on March 22, 2010

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