Broken Porcelain Pale Doll
Strings attached or maybe not at all.
Give me a spirit. Mold me real.
This is not a life. I cannot feel.
Paint my face so that I may brace each day.
Build me strong or I will fall away.
Broken Porcelain Pale Doll
Make me real or not at all.
Just a poem I wrote during my more depressed years of life caused by problems at home. Rest assured everything is alright now, but this was how I felt at the time.
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Lihan Says:
Hebi Says:
I read this earlier but forgot to comment
sorry... its pretty good