Not a doll of china. Nor porcelain within. A heart that beats relentlessly. Without an ounce of sin. Sound bits cry sorrow. For too many lost tomorrows. The tomorrows that could have maybe been.
With hands so warm. Caring kiss. Yesterday should be erased. But in your presence was amazed. Discovered for the ****** love. An all improbable, even impossible dream. A dream come true. When face to face. I met you. Smiled for once. This doll's visage, now truly blue.
As she sits and muses misery. You and I were meant to be. In real life and poetry. You are all my lost tomorrows. By ladylivvi1