Truth

by Tessa   May 26, 2006


My heart is like a
Pincushion
Always being broken
Once you get through the skin
Its easy to keep poking
Sharpen yourself on my rough edges
See the end result
When you think of it its kinda like a cult
I know its hard for you to understand
But baby let me out.

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  • 18 years ago

    by desigirl

    Best poem, 5/5