Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Poems! :)

He was alone; lonely and alone
He made a doll; a porcelain doll
A porcelain doll painted delicately
Delicate colors and delicate features
Features of lips and eyes
Eyes that shined like diamonds
Diamond eyes and lips
Lips as red as a blooming rose
Rose-red lips that sends quivers to his body
This body he made, he cannot touch
The touch so cold when he reaches out to her
She who he thought would make him alive
Alive yet so foolish to believe in his porcelain doll

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