Dollface Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Eyes frozen,
starring into space,
just starring,
deep into some place.
Peering through you,
through walls, even time,
those eyes, oh those eyes,
the color of lime.
Her soft blushing face,
so white and so red,
in her neat floral pajamas,
on her soft miniature bed.
Her hair newly brushed,
down in kind bouncing curls,
and on her dresser a string,
of small false necklace pearls.
She has porcelain skin,
and hollow for bones,
resting her china,
in her cozy doll home.
But her eyes,
oh her eyes,
what things they have seen,
what sweet spoken lies,
have reflected in their gleam,
but everything dies,
and the doll sees, unseen.