I used to hide,
In your head,
My favourite place.
At first,
It used to be,
Warm and cozy.
But then I realized that,
It is a bit broken and have scratches.
And some times gets too cold for me,
But it makes be cocksure to take my next step.
And after a while,
I stopped hiding in your head.
And cheered for the one,
With the paint brush.
Whenever the paint brush used to drop,
I made sure to pick it up.
But I am not hiding any more,
Because inside your head,
I got carved up too.
And thus,
I sweared to myself,
To always cheer for the doll with the paint brush.
Because that doll even painted those parts ,
Where I didn't got carved up.
YOU ARE READING
The Rag Doll Tales.
שיריםA rag doll describes her journey in her toy world. Poetry.
