Mar 2015
She is a smooth surface with rough edges
A doll with a face of milk and butter
But a heart with an iron gate
The slightest nick in her tattered dress
Could cause the gate to shut
And no more will she open her arms
To the beating of the doll-maker's heart
A doll with a face of milk and butter
But a heart with an iron gate
The slightest nick in her tattered dress
Could cause the gate to shut
And no more will she open her arms
To the beating of the doll-maker's heart
She doesn't mean to be bitter
but as fragile as porcelain is she may have to be
to keep herself from breaking
but as fragile as porcelain is she may have to be
to keep herself from breaking
(In a tormented mind)
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