A Glass Perfection

I wish I had skin of porcelein
Not a blemish to be found
My eyes enticing marbles
And my hair silky soft
I would have an amazing figure
Not an imperfection to be found

I want to have skin of porcelein
Fragile but devine
Soft to the eyes and soft to the touch
Rosy cheeks and rosy lips
I beg to be picked up
So hold me and please don't dropp
I'd shatter across the floor
Broken, you could see a tear in my marble eye
Such a beautiful doll being broken don't you think you'd cry?

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Jesse Tampa 20 May 2007

wow, I dig this poem. I have never encountered a girl who longed to be a doll before, it is very interesting and I like it.

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