SCISSORHANDS
This is the first time I have ever written a gram of &S, or even heard of one for that matter. Lol. I have to admit, it was extremely fun to write! 🖤😁
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A lonely soul for whom, love lies not in the cards,
For whom passion turns to ash,
And living is much too hard.
A melody of broken cords,
Much too imperfect for the radio.
Bound by pain, and metal chains,
With broken wings not meant to soar.
A poison acrid,
A heart of scars,
Unworthy of holding are her hands,
For they are made of scissors,
Her heart, of solid iron,
And love falls from her grasp like sand.
Her mind, a pitch dark place, so sad,
Where the monsters often hid,
No room left now, for the mask she had,
Nothing left for her to do,
They’ve all given up on her much too soon.
She’s lived 1000 years of scorn,
1000 oceans left to cross.
In shadows, she peels away the façade. No longer can she con,
Herself, or anyone else. So with a heavy heart of sin,
She lifts her chin,
And gives a silent nod.
Sail on, Silver Girl. Sail on,
Towards the sun, where you shall run to rid,
Yourself of heartache, For this is the end of the road.