i love the doll look, something related to fashion, and of course in geisha's. so i had tis idea of a poem, though it started as a feeling, just so over whelmed by things. i may revisit this with a clock work doll theme.
The Porcelain Doll
I had a dream, beneath a moon beam,i had white skin, of glowing porcelain,
eyes of glass, that were ment to last,
with out a tear,dry through out the whole year,
put on a shelf, with no harm to my self,
loved so much, warm in your soft touch,
i was stronger then,with my pale glass skin,
no friends to leave, no broken heart on my sleave,
i was nothing but a doll, but to someone i ment it all,
but it was just a dream, i woke up to a moon beam,
i stay up every night, trying to wipe the day out of sight,
my skin it doesn't glow, my heart is on my sleeve and it still show,
as the moon breaks the cloud, i thought i heard you say,
you're my pretty little doll, you're skin soft and glows,
and to me you are my all, and no one has to know,
i'l put you on a shelf, and love you when you don't love your self,
you don't have to rust, i don't have to wipe away the dust,
im sitting on your shelf up above, i stare in to your light of love.
Poetry by Gothic geisha
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Written on 2008-09-24 at 11:58
Tags Doll Alone Love
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