Glassy green eyes
Stare up in surprise
Little porcelain doll
Going through withdrawal
Didn't expect you here
Better go, my dear
I'm on the shelf, life the rest
What makes you think, I'm the best?
I stand up here bored to death
I've been this way, every breath
Given a place, I can't move
There's nothing more I can prove
Glassy green eyes, hold up the mirror
I want to see my skin, pure and clear
It's to perfect, take me down pretty please
So I can see outside, butterflies and bees
I'm sick of this dusty room
She comes once a year, birch handled broom
Rises up the dust
Guess that's good enough
One day you'll find my replacement
Glassy green eyes, lavender and honey, sweet golden mint!
I am your favorite treasure
Greatest above all measure
But I can't spare another look
I'm just an antique story book
Glassy green eyes, says her goodbyes
Glassy green eyes, wish for great blue skies
- Author: A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 10th, 2016 23:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments1
Love this poem SILVER ~ Boys don't have dollies (only living ones) ! My Sister had lots many of them ethnic. Even though she's married now with little girls of her own ~ she still hangs on to her Doll Collection. Your poem is beautifully crafted ~ rhyming couplets ~ easy to read and recite. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
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