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Ever so gently you chain me,

lock me up and hurt me more

Careful not to break my porcelain face,

though it has been chipped before.

My  fading blue eyes you have gazed in

are rusted shut from salty tears.

I lived this life for way too long,

I’ve lived alone among your fears.



I’m the beautiful girl that you once knew

now I sit  high upon a dusty shelf

Nobody talks to me anymore

you keep me all to yourself

Your treasure, your precious prisoner

I remain in fear of stealing your pride

I sit quietly upon my shelf

and I leave my past behind



One day I shall shatter to the ground,

a crumbled, dust, white, heap.

From invisible pressures forced upon me,

Nobody left  worth to keep.

And so softly you will cry,

In the silent night created by yourself

glued pieces of the broken love,

you’ve placed upon your shelf.