Heart of Porcelain
People are like porcelain, fragile and beautiful.
By Mario CastelliPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I once saw this girl with a name like porcelain,
She sparkled with wonder and essence forbidden,
Eyes gleaming away like crystalline spheres;
I’m the guy that knows your name.
They call me enigma, like it's some sort of brand,
Tagged with graffiti, am I no more than damned?
I pencil a smile, a frown they create,
I’m just the guy with the cardboard face.
I once met this girl with a name like porcelain,
Upon knowing me she saw there were such vigor and grace,
Life has shifted, though we went with the flow,
Accepting my flaws, and enabling us to grow.
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About the Creator
Mario Castelli
Merely a writer that sees the world through a lens of both logic and abstraction, that enjoys thinking deeper and learning of things shrouded in mystery and advocating for the silent.
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