I close my eyes,
and see your happy face,
and think of drawing every detail
onto paper,
so I'll have your picture now,
as you are, not as you were,
but i can't 'cause if i could,
i'd burn the picture up,
'cause i could never get it right...
no artist could illustrate your eyes,
no poet could describe,
no painter couls paint your smile,
so i'll keep your portrait in my mind,
not on paper,
for you are not my paper dol,
to complex to even contemplate,
will i ever get it right?...
You hold me in your arms,
and say you still love me,
like i'm just your paper doll...
like i'm still your little paper doll
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Written July 26th, 2005
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this poem is really great! i really like how you say that it is impossible to get the picture right. one thing that i didn't really like as much was that you are saying that he is can't be created as a paper "doll", but you can. it kinda makes it seem that your..or the person is very...um...easy...kinda taken advantaged of in a way. but thats just me. i really liked it a lot though.
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omg this is amazing! i like it soo much its reli touching! i looove the story line! its just truly outstanding! ...i just LOVE love LOVE love it!!!!! its sooo wonderful! GREAT job! keep it up!
x0x <3 Casey x0x -
sorry, i spelled quite a bit wrong, and i don't have time to fix it!
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