Porcelain Doll

I sit upon the highest shelf.
With no one to play with.
Dust gathers on these fading rosy cheeks,
And my hair is filled with cobwebs.
There will never be a visible frown,
This fake smile is plastered on forever.
These dull blue eyes,
Stare off into the emptiness,
For everyone overlooks
This porcelain doll.

Porcelain Doll

schecterrocker

Lake Forest, United States

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a poem i wrote about a year ago and just edited

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