Little dollies that sit on a shelf
Porcelain face, painted lips
Or little dollies on a bed
Soft clothe skin, sewn smile
Little girlies follow the example
Stretched, perfect lips
Sew up the cuts
Be quiet
Keep your precious button eyes blinded
She sews the dollies holes shut
And she sews her wounds shut
The dollies only smiles
So she only smiles
The dollies can't really see
She doesn't really see
The dollies don't have voices
She made sure she didn't either
She is perfect
She is broken
Painted, perfect lips
Rosey pink cheeks
Bleach blonde hair
Bright blue eyes
She was so perfect,
That she wasn't human
She was another gorgeous dolly
And that's what made her broken
Girls are like dolls
Only when they crave to be wanted
But she's not plastic
And she can feel
But won't
For you to like her
Sad, broken, fake yet perfect girls
Beloved but a painful reminder of her imperfections and insecurities
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Gravity
PoetryGravity slips out and beyond our grasp ((Collection of random poetry))