Her pale skin
and very colored lips.
Bittersweet porcelain doll,
Where are your shimmering eyes glaring at?
A skin so cold it can’t feel the warmth of love.
Dear porcelain doll,
So fragile,
will your skin crack
by a gentle meant touch?
The heart of a clock,
it’s ticking,
but isn’t alive.
Lifeless porcelain doll,
How long has it been since
your heart drifted off?
Sadly only there to witness,
Insignificant porcelain doll,
Are you so fearful to hide behind your bitterness?
Empty without any sense of feelings.
Beloved porcelain doll,
She is the one that makes
you feel alive.
Love her…
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