Porcelain

I feel like an empty porcelain statue with a gorgeously painted on smile, but I'm one of them that's been dropped a billion times shattered to a million tiny pieces some lost forever, yet someone took the time and pieced me back together. Through my imperfections I am once again flawless. Every crack I embrace as beautiful because you taught me that the shadows are as important as the light. Tread carefully. I am porcelain. However, I am not scared of a fall because I know he'll piece me together. He puts me together. I am porcelain.