Skin peels off a porcelain face,
Oh, but how little do they know
Your flawless beauty is seen,
But it's all nothing but a show
A painted smile and rosy red cheeks,
The girl of perfection may never speak
She is glass and may not be touched,
On a cold empty self, marked a price to much
Her eyes are dull, in dire need for love
A porcelain doll that sits all alone
She watches all the other toys;
Each and everyone one of them now sold
Now she sits alone, but doesn't shed a tear
For this doll is beautiful and cold,
Has never known of another touch
She wonders, why she still sits,
Alone on this cold empty self
But what she fails to know, it that
Nobody wants a soul, strictly for a show
A/n: So, so sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. I've recently had a lot going on, but I'm back and hopefully will be updating more often. Anyways, this is not like my usual writing, but what do you think?
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Eunoia #Wattys2016
PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
