Honey and Glass

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="590c">I once preferred to be like honey and glass Palatable, pure, a lovely thing to look at For my lips to taste like sweet caramel and my doe eyes to twinkle Fragile, ethereal beauty dressed up in sprinklesSomeone to fawn over or protect A voice so soft and sultry you could barely detect A laugh so light and airy the wind carried it like music A presence forgettable and private label ge

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nericIllusions wrapped into porcelain boxes topped with gift bows Smiles so fake there was nothing even left to expose Little by little, the honey turned sour The glass cracked and shattered with each hourAn awakening happened within my heart and soul Why wait for others to make me whole I am no doll, relegated to no shelf I am someone who knows herself</article></body>

A poem

I once preferred to be like honey and glass Palatable, pure, a lovely thing to look at For my lips to taste like sweet caramel and my doe eyes to twinkle Fragile, ethereal beauty dressed up in sprinkles

Someone to fawn over or protect A voice so soft and sultry you could barely detect A laugh so light and airy the wind carried it like music A presence forgettable and private label generic

Illusions wrapped into porcelain boxes topped with gift bows Smiles so fake there was nothing even left to expose Little by little, the honey turned sour The glass cracked and shattered with each hour

An awakening happened within my heart and soul Why wait for others to make me whole I am no doll, relegated to no shelf I am someone who knows herself