Remainders of the china doll's
dress that used to be precious
to her now become
a part of something I called
my own. It waved and played
in rumples
and frills
in a way I love.
I wore the matching dress
with my doll until
I too felt like I was
the doll and my dear friend,
so small, was the one alive.
Now, I have my own
style of
frills
and we no longer match.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
