Doll

The eyes open
Perfect
Rimmed in black
Painted in beauty
Ruby lips,
silken, alluring...
Skin,
ivory, pure, silken
Hair trimmed to perfection
velvet jet ringlets,
A cascade of midnight
down a graceful, poised back
Yet even through the beauty...
The tears still show
The marks,
lines of sorrow

Flawless
but no smile...
Strange
Those tears still show
and no-one answers this call
no-one to hold him,
to soothe his aching heart,
Alone
and nothing he does is ever enough
He is painted
No longer real
Fake
An illusion
A delusion
Never there...
If no-one loves him,
No-one is truly there,
Then did he ever exist?
Was he ever there?
for all the beauty in eternity,
can not fill his heart
That is why he sits alone
Tired of this dance
The fake smiles
False promises
and paints himself
His visage

I hear you...               whisper                  Boy?....Girl?...
You know
So why question?

WHY QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough...he is lonely...
Blood won't embrace his soul
Won't brush away those tears
No weakness....but no purpose
...purpose?...
No receiving...
His heart bleeds dry
The beauty is fickle
Fades with time

Where is the other doll?
Why can't he find it?
Lost...but for how long?
when will someone love him
When will one find him beautiful
No more..second best
That is the reason for the enhancement
For a dream
An ideal
Few have..few will

Painted doll
Farewell...
Maybe you will find one to hold you through the night...
for eternity
so you will never be alone
A see a smile touch that white cheek
So warm...so much to give
...Hope...little painted doll
For someone somewhere will love your beauty
Not stare or question
They WILL love you
I promise...cry no more
painted doll...