She was shattered
broken down and bruised
She'd been plucked out of glamour
&& left in a world of hand-me-down ribbons
&& secondhand pearls
(what a girl)
So she'd cry at night, thinking how
baby dolls were better than baby tears
and how the beatings were preferable to this
Thinking about mommy's hands anddaddy's plans
&& how she'd love to brush that doll's hair
one
last
time
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-Andi
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I cried reading this. Yes it looks hastily types, but that kind of adds to it I think. It's pain and despair and somehow sweetness all at once. At least that's what I saw.
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Sorry it made you cry but Im glad it was emotional enough to do so, lol
people say they cry at some of my poems....it makes me feel hard hearted because I never cry when reading stuff (with 2 exceptions, one poem on here by a friend and The Host by stephenie meyer...I cried there...)
-Andi
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