Daddy's little girl
She's such a pearl,
Her long, flowing hair
That's looked after with such care,
She's such a fragile thing
like a puppet on a string,
And that's why daddy likes to touch
He loves her too much,
It all happens behind closed doors
For he always wants more,
Though no one else knows
What happens beneath their nose.
She always cries,
And they're always left to wonder why,
But she'll never tell
Or sell
For she's Daddy's little girl
- A.R
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Like a Dollhouse
Poetry'Like a Dollhouse' by Aralia Rose. This is just a mix of poems I've written that either mean something or they're just poems I've put together in a few minutes. Hope you guys enjoy :) copyright © 2017 AIvy-Rose
