Her cheeks were like roses
Her skin like porcelain
Her lips were like cherries
Her eyes were like stars
But despite all of her beauty
She never said a word
And despite all of the attention
She never showed a smile
This baby doll just sat so still,
Like waiting for a storm to pass
And beneath all of her secret ways
She moved as though she was made of steel
Because to her,
Her cheeks were like stone
Her skin like tin
Her lips were like spiders
Her eyes were like mud
This baby doll could never see
The way we all saw her
She was like a fallen angel
Because to her she could never do anything right.
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
