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Originally Posted by ~river~
locked in an Ivory tower
pure, whole
untouched by emotions
almost not quite
statue still
flames burn at the edge
of my awareness
i can feel the rage
within me
it is me
Porcelian faced
perfect skin
a hollow heart
my flaws are within
the imperfection so raw
the fire burns
and all i touch
fades to ashes
scattered away
by my dismayed screaming
this nightmare will not end
my prince will not arrive
life in this tower continues
as i watch the world around falter
my flaw only weakens
my perfection only fades
the rage within continues to burn
as spidery scars form small cracks
on a once perfect surface
my soul my skin
my ivory tower
to hold me safe
to hold me away
im liking the wheat colour at the moment
steph and music box thanks again for taking the time to read.
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I'm left amazed by this whole thing. You really know how to get your point across. I love how the tower is ivory instead of just white. You're so descriptive "as spidery scars form small cracks" I can see it happening. I just enjoyed reading it m'dear.
