• amanda15_ac 6w

    She's a blank map,
    Ink hearted,
    Void minded,
    Porcelain emotioned,
    Fixed like painted glass.
    She's empty,
    Too deep to be reached,
    Too lost to be found,
    Too scared to love,
    Trust or worry,
    Unbothered and weary.
    Call her unaware,
    Timid and insecure.
    She's insane,
    And creeps slowly
    Into their hearts,
    And possess all
    She's attracted to.
    She's helpless,
    Without the aid of a poem,
    Without a pen,
    To help carry all her burdens.