Picturesque

Picturesque

I don’t know if it’s my age

My mind sets

My heart betrays

x

Both go off in different ways

My heart yearns

My brain’s not swayed

x

My brain stays steady

My heart is smashed

All behind is broken glass

x

Why cant they work

I’d feel less broken

and Berserk

x

They say that I’m impulsive

And some things I just wont get

I’m sorry that I turn off both

So I can just forget

x

I understand so perfectly, my dears

but I’m afraid if your words reach me

I’ll break in little tears

x

I’m afraid that you wont like it

So what you see is picturesque

Complete with little folds

Because who’s to say

A broken doll

Lies behind a broken mask?