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Damsel In Distress

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Damsel in distress

    I am leaning on you, my prince
Bathing in your light of happiness
I am still a broken, twisted mess
I’ve always been the damsel in distress
You may have slayed the dragon
Woken me with true love’s kiss
But I’ve already been shattered to pieces of glass
Such a silly little damsel in distress
You may be the sun warming my skin
My hope, my beacon
But I am a long way from being anything more than human
And I want to take this journey with you, my prince
Learn to heal and fix this mess I’ve become
Yes, I am ready to begin this test
So I can stop being a damsel in distress.

Too Good To Be True

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There is no way you are real

Everything you say and feel

Is too good to be true

Just who exactly made you?

There must be a zipper on your bare back

Gears behind your eyelids

Where do you hold your battery pack?

Or do you have to plug into an outlet?

Is there some kind of chip they equipped you with?

Are all your memories fabricated?

There is no way you are real

Everything you say and feel

Is too good be true

Just who exactly made you?

Faded Art

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I feel jaded
Like broken glass,
A crumpled  piece of paper
In a garbage can.
You stand,
A marble piece of art,
I marveled
Not too far
Away from where you are.
I told you of your strengths,
You said I was weak.
I told you you would last,
You said I’d fall at your feet.
Your color began to fade,
But I said  you were colorful all the same.
Your diamond eyes began to crack
But I said  you were without lack.
I tried to grow
But you said I was too small.
I tried to glow,
But yous said I was too dim.
So I shrunk
As you grew  big,
I faded
As you shown through.
I collected cobwebs
As they dusted you off.
You attracted money,
And I attracted moss.
You were sold,
I was for sale,
You found a home,
As I grew stale.
But you were still unsatisfied.
You tried to smile,
But could only frown,
Your colors faded,
So they took you down.
Now you’re jaded
Like broken glass,
Crumpled paper,
In a garbage can.