Life as a porcelain doll
At first glance, it's a fairytale life
No chores, no grief
To anyone or for oneself
At first glance, she has dreamy eyes
Great to absorb life's perfect rays
No worry, no scare
Her story is terrifically written
As the second glance approaches
As the third glance approaches
As the fourth glance approaches
As you keep glancing on her face
The glow in her eyes dulls away
Her expression is blank now
Dead, cold, hollow, emotionless
All written on those now looking down eyes
As you try to reach for her heart
Your bare hands start to feel the chilly wind
Her icy heart of death has crept on you
You're heavily freezing now, gasping in pain
She grew on you as a snowstorm
Where now she has your emotions trapped
Inside her made of glass ice-globe heart
YOU ARE READING
B A D
PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
