Picture Perfect
I am not used to being treated like the princess you think i am. I teater on this pedestal you’ve put me on, my fear of heights growing stonger all the time. One of these days i know i will fall and smash into a thousand pieces like a mirror accidentally pushed onto a tile floor. This perfect image will shatter leaving only bits and pieces of the angel you thought i was. You will have seven years of bad luck in love and i will be left an angel with broken wings.
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Soulful writing, beautiful and painful.
By Fairlight on 02.13.02 4:52 pm
its nice. but the metphors are thin and overused.
keep it up though, i hope to see more posted soon!
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Ethan
By Ethan on 08.23.02 2:27 pm
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