Walls of stone as I lay alone, frozen tears escape my eyes, hidden by disguise.
A porcelain doll, no emotion. Shattered on the floor, no longer adored.
Invisible & unseen, broken & mended, no more need for Rag Doll Me.
As you squeeze the last breath from my lungs, I pucker my lips to blow one final kiss.
Monday, December 7, 2009
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