In the mirror, the image is tainted.
The delicate features of a broken doll;
The face was painted,
The heart lost control.
Telling the story in the image,
A thousand words to explain the end.
Porcelain pieces are the remains,
In a tale of descend.
Lonliness,
Selfishness,
Insure,
Alone.
Like the secrets from a broken doll,
Heeded on darkened lips,
Are the memories that won't be told,
As they sail seven oceans on seven ships.
The brightness from her eyes faded,
Her peace brought her war.
The key has forever lost,
Her happiness forever more.
Child fall,
the angels will catch you.
child fall,
the devil wants you.
Child fall,
the angels will catch you.
child fall,
the devil has you.
Whispers of misery
In a broken dolls ear.
Play the devils harmony,
for a broken heart to hear.
Lonliness,
Selfishness,
Insure,
Alone.
In the mirror, the image is tainted.
The delicate features of a broken doll;
The face was painted,
The heart lost control.
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Written November 25th, 2005
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beautiful
Thanks for the comment and applause! This is a very beautiful poem, so haunting. I'm not good at critiques, so I'm sorry I can't help!

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