Made Of Synthetic Material

• Penelope Pandora
• Poetry
• 2008

Its your plastic heart
None of your emotions are real
Ive played my part
In finding out that its too surreal
So its really fake
Our feelings, my feelings I had
I never knew emotions, you could make
Cause I think I loved you like mad
You’ve inscripted a wound
The wound, forever it will stay
And the surrounding skies will turn grey
The words that have been said
Have been carved deeply with detail
The words should shred for my heart has bled
My hearts in a cold, hard jail
Its in trouble, it will never recover
The pain is too much
Just give in , be my lover
That will give my life a perfect touch
Sometimes you make me scream
You make me cry
You make me gleam!
You make me want to sigh.
You even make me want to die;