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Dollhouse

for the competition If Your Mind Was a Room What Would Be In It?
 
 
My room is full of broken glass,    
Reflections of a shattered past.    
Dreams drift softly near the floor,    
Trampled as they walked out the door.    
   
I framed the moments I wished to recall    
And hung them frozen on the wall.    
If you listen, you'll hear before long    
A very softlovelysadangry song.    
   
A box in which I placed my heart    
The packaging was torn apart.    
Made of glass, you can see not touch.    
Trust is something I don't indulge in much.    
   
A large bed set at center stage.    
The object of my pain and rage.    
They come to this room to worship here.    
While my body performed, my soul floated near.    
   
I've added locks so I may hide    
All this mess I have inside.    
Too anxious and lonely, I still open too soon.    
I must find someone worthy to share in my room.
Written by Starlight_angel
Published | Edited 24th Jul 2012
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