Eighty-seventh say


She hides behind her
canvas of happiness
To mask the cold
truth of reality

Sometimes it cracks
like a vase
All those cracks
ruin her grace

The perfect picture
you thought she was
turned out to be unreal because
finding out she is a broken doll
would make you realize
she’ll never have it all

All she has,
is a painted smile
I dare your kiss
to hold for a while

-and tear it all away

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One response to “Eighty-seventh say

  1. What fun would it be to have a “have it all” doll? A creak and crease here and there is charming 🙂

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