She no longer felt natural.
She felt like a machine.
Designed to hurt less, cry less and even feel less.
She was all automatic not manual.
She was running on broken hearts and failed dreams.
She sold her soul for an engine heart.
Designed to care less, love less and even be less.
She no longer felt humane.
The oil dropped from her eyes yet her puppet mouth mumbled no words.
I want to be a real girl and see the real world.
I want to feel and believe and hope and dream.
I want to be.
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Of poems and thoughts
Poetry"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fi...
