my heart's gold and
my hands are cold and
they're both so delicate
because gold is the
softest of metals and
because the cold
makes bones brittle
and so i fall (over and in love)
and then i breakbreakbreak.
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broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
