Rough version
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When did you become undone?
It was in the making of him
When he was born to sate your everything
He couldn’t have been more true
More perfect, more real
If he had been a dream made flesh
A rose-born savior for your shattered mirrors
A mirrormaker, a reflection of your truths
And the echoes of your silent sighs
You were unmade when he became of you
He is your one and only cure
To the fallacies of living
Your redemption
From a nighttime’s worth of loneliness
And empty promises
You were unmade for him, because
You were made to be unmade by him
His hands the forge, by which you melt
And are remade, molded into a new life
A new love
A new beginning.
Edited version
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when did you become undone?
it was in the making of him
when he was born
to sate your
everything
he couldn’t have been
more true
more perfect, more real
if he had been a dream made
flesh
a rose-born savior
for your shattered mirrors
a mirrormaker
a reflection of your truths
and the echoes
of your silent sighs
you were unmade when he
became of you
he is your one and only cure
to the fallacies of living
your redemption
from a nighttime’s worth
of loneliness
and empty promises
you
were unmade
for him, because
you
were made to be
unmade by him
his hands the forge
by which you melt
remade
molded
a new life
a new love
a new beginning.
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"Once upon a time on the world somewhere a bombastic beat was born... Let's call her Hip Hop"
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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"Once upon a time on the world somewhere a bombastic beat was born... Let's call her Hip Hop"
Wonderful work.
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The heart believes that which the mind cannot comprehend.
[link] <---A poem I think everyone should read. (Not to glorify my own work)
[link] <---my gallery, please do have
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
When did he become undone?
it was in the making of him.
When he was born to sate your
everything, even the echoes of your sighs.
A mirrormaker,
for all your shattered mirrors.
That nights worth of still nothings
you became unmade.
I have to disagree with ~Marcial-Alejandro and ~ShadowsBurning, I quite like the edited version, it leaves a bit more unknown, more to dream about.
you
were unmade
for him, because
you
were made to be
unmade by him
Loved that stanza. :] Very nice.
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katelouise.
It's me and the moon, she said.
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