it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Friday, November 4, 2011

china doll.

a broken little china doll
cracked face
missing eye
scarlet lips parted
into a phony smile
cheeks flushed
with a blush
no longer innocent

a fallen little flower you are
lost petals
drooping leaves
weak stem swaying
no strength left
colors fading
with the memories
of distant pasts

a broken little china doll
no more tea parties
or playtime
no more games for you
time to grow up now
& leave childish things behind

a fallen little flower you are
no more smiling at the sun
or bathing in moonlight
no more laughter for you
time to grow old now
& leave childish things behind

a broken little china doll

porcelain shattered under pressure
crimson lipstick into blood
a dress of lace is dirty
it's ripped & tainted
corruption calls
tastes so sweet
cannot resist
fallen off
the shelf
dusty
dirty
shattered
& forgotten
crashing down
down & down & down
to the hardwood floor
through the looking glass
bleeding, bleeding out from
everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
oh it hurts, the pain, it hurts so good
but no, so bad, it hurts, the pain, the pain
it hurts.
shattered under pressure.
a broken little china doll.
a fallen little flower you are.

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