Broken Essence

Broken glass on ground so cold

reflect uncanny forms to once was

Fractured essence inside

waiting to be stitched

to feel some kind of whole

porcelain skin waits for warmth

from a forbidden lover

amethyst imperfection drips into a fairytale world

of happy endings

while pink lips wait for the one

to call her from hellish nightmares

poisoned by fictitious fantasies

of past princes and kings

Lies and deceit whisper against fallen leaves

Phantom cries of laughter dance throughout the night

Crippled and alone she walks under the moon lights glow

Arms wrapped around her trying to hold on…..

Lost and stripped