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Broken things
Coming to think of it,
it seems
I've always
had a penchant
for
broken things
It just never had much appeal,
if it worked like it should
And so
I've always
gravitated
toward
the broken
and the
broken hearted
Dames fated to love me just short of the mark
Destined to run off soon as their ghosts come calling
Is it sick
that I require
muses
touched
by Eris
to peak
my interest?
Repeatedly falling for fallen angels
finding light in the cracks
of their splintered wings
failing to realise
that
shattered halos
become nooses
And this abhorrence
for simplicity
will one day
be
the death of me
it seems
I've always
had a penchant
for
broken things
It just never had much appeal,
if it worked like it should
And so
I've always
gravitated
toward
the broken
and the
broken hearted
Dames fated to love me just short of the mark
Destined to run off soon as their ghosts come calling
Is it sick
that I require
muses
touched
by Eris
to peak
my interest?
Repeatedly falling for fallen angels
finding light in the cracks
of their splintered wings
failing to realise
that
shattered halos
become nooses
And this abhorrence
for simplicity
will one day
be
the death of me
Published 22nd Nov 2015
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23rd Nov 2015 2:26am
I have a confession to make.. .
this was piercing shard, I
happen to be a sensory being
in every sense of the word...
Now I have fan my eyes..
It's beautiful somehow, you
almost always un'leash yourself
from thy restraints before
the words come..yet while they
come, it feels as if you become
the manna of them. Well in
which you are. ..I can tell by
the feel when reading you, not
just because it's relatable, cute
or pretty but actually feel your
énergie cast from..unto..
and personally I rather have it
no otherway when exploring others.
Something admired
-Howlings
this was piercing shard, I
happen to be a sensory being
in every sense of the word...
Now I have fan my eyes..
It's beautiful somehow, you
almost always un'leash yourself
from thy restraints before
the words come..yet while they
come, it feels as if you become
the manna of them. Well in
which you are. ..I can tell by
the feel when reading you, not
just because it's relatable, cute
or pretty but actually feel your
énergie cast from..unto..
and personally I rather have it
no otherway when exploring others.
Something admired
-Howlings
24th Nov 2015 00:55am
