Broken

Look at the porcelain
So fragile, so lovely
This is my face
When you say you love me
But when you do not
The porcelain is broken
No longer of value
As a rusted up token
Careful carved features
So compelling, so nice
Tell me more lies
And choke on the rice
Breaking the porcelain
The pale pearl paint
That calmly expression
More patient than saint
Let this show you
That with you I am whole
But when I'm without you
I'm loosing my soul.