March 20, 2010
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She’s The Porcelain Doll
They whisper about her as though she’s not there
Her tattered clothes and broken frown
Her pure white skin full of cracks
She’s cold as the stone that line the wallsShe’s the porcelain doll in the corner
She’s the sad little girl
She’s not good enough
She’s the broken oneNot worthy
Unclean
Lost
ForgottenShe’s the porcelain doll in the corner
Collecting dust and cobwebs
Comments (8)
Dang. Maybe she just needs the right person to love her.
Sad
I think she needs to get those bubble wrappings–I guess what ccarothers said–someone to love her=bubble wrapping. That was very sad.
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She needs lots of hugs and to be able to fire back at the d-wads.
Oh man. This is beyond gorgeous.
This is an excellent poem!