Love me or hate me Both have shaped me I'm nothing more I'm nothing less Than what you see directly With all honesty, It's more than a philosophy When I say "no matter what is tossed at me, The good, the bad, the ugly, It all now rolls right off of me"
endlessly she looks on lashes never flinching no lids weighed by metal to blink as you rock her imaginary tears to fall
a little box freshly made smells of melted plastic made by wrinkled hands with eyes shut tight droplets soiling the exterior
the night her wisp of a candle dimmed and turned to smoke i held her in my arms knowing she couldn't hear me yet still sang that lullaby the one that played each time you pulled the string attached to her back
and when i peaked down at the window of her entrapment my weepy eyes reflected on her cracked porcelain skin i imagined her mint condition just like the day i brought her home