Heart made of glass
shadowlinxxx morgan
Your so fragile,I get told.Grow up for once,I get told.I have a heart made of glass,and you threw on the floor.I gave you my heart,and you wasn't careful.You only have one heart,remember that.Someone can heal that broken heart,but deep down it will forever remain broken.My heart is made of glass,I am like a porcelain doll.I have been told when someone looks into my eyes,I look dead on the inside.I am made of glass,you cant go around shattering the few pieces I have left.You can say sorry for breaking my heart,but that wont make it whole again.I am fragile,when are you going to realise that. Lillian xx Be careful with their heart,you don't know how fragile it is.
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POET UNKNOWN
@shadowlinxxx morgan not to mention 😊
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Andra Stars
Wonderful ✨
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shadowlinxxx morgan
@Andra Stars thank you 😊💗
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Behind your back people are talking Using words that cut you down to size You want to fight back It's building inside you Holding you up Taking you hostage It's worth fighting for They'll try to take your pride Try to take your soul They'll try to take all the control They'll look you in the eyes Fill you full of lies Believe me they're gonna try So when you're feeling crazy And things fall apart Listen to your head Remember who you are You're the one You're the unbreakable heart
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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