Porcelain Doll
I try to intimate love like a beautiful
porcelain doll. Rosy cheeks, courageous smile.
The beauty of my porcelain doll hides behind
the art of her face, as I do with colors of
the blue sky that I paste upon my eyelids.
For my love I lost I cry no more.
I use to wish he lied to me because I wanted
to believe he actually loved me. I soon
realized that on the other side of
attraction lies repulsion.
I held on to my porcelain doll the way he
held on to me, lifeless.
Though time kindled upon me, I learned to
let go and grow for what wasn't good for me
was a lesson learned.
My dear sweet doll is shattered but
Unbreakable. Let's try again...
As I travel long years with my doll, I soon
discover beauty within.
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