Before
Rough roads and rolling stones
Resemble the beating of my heart.
I am a fragile glass in your cupboard
Waiting to be picked and tested.
Waiting to feel the warmth of your hands
As you gently hold me and see through my eyes.
And as I fall and hit the ground
I felt my pieces falling apart.
I heard the clattering of broken glass
Screaming pain in a void I have inside.
After
I am a mermaid waiting for a lost seafarer
Looking for a man who would stay forever
I am fond of luring him in my own music
Leading him deep within the echoes of
This breath I am breathing.
And like a fly trap to its victim, I slowly
Crush him and break him to his own desire
And pleasure.
Love is pain and joy is tears.
And this mermaid forget how to feel.
-KjDgC
"Mermaids are made from broken hearts. They choose the cold depths to harden their hearts." - Unknown
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