How can I try harder If I'm already beaten? Porcelain dolls on the shelf We all try so hard But we're already sobbing How could there be room for the laughter?
You and me and everyone else We run and we run till we fall Our porcelain skin is stained and splintered The lace on our cuffs torn apart
How is that someone so broken Can craft beauty in their hands How is that I keep writing words When I can hardly see for the tears?
Someone who loved me once, once told me: "Our flaws are our perfection." But even then Perfection is our only downfall
How is that I can still sing And yet I don't have the strength to scream How is that she can breathe And yet be unable to take that last shuddering breath
How is it that someone so broken Can still find her magic inside? How is it that I keep writing these words When I can hardly see for the tears?
How is it that I keep writing these words When I've already stopped feeling?
It's because Our love Our hate Our joy Our fear Our bottomless chasms of despair Our tears Our bleeding eyes Can still see That shaft of light Filtering through our souls
Even though we are broken Porcelain dolls on the shelf We find our strength through each other Hold each other's cracked fingers Our clapboard hearts on our fraying sleeves.
LadyLilith222 · Wed Jul 11, 2007 @ 03:18am · 3 Comments |