the constellations on her face are the smile lines that she hates.
The freckles and the beauty marks she hides because they're not her taste.
Porcelain skin, fake and flawless.
Empty eyes and thin stomach.
Working too hard
Eating too little
Feeling so far
Bones very brittle
The constellations on her face are the stars she loves to see
And when she becomes a porcelain doll she becomes who she thinks she wants to be
Sad eyes
And empty thoughts
A very sad story
And a long lesson to be taught
Porcelain dolls wear corsets
They're fake and dumb and don't deserve any realism or respect
Being skinny isn't bad
But she doesn't eat
She cries herself to sleep
This porcelain doll should take a break
Have some pizza
And eat some cake
She should be happy and smile
So that the lines on her face
Could return for a while.
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The Astronomers Last Words (An abundance of poems)
PoetryWhen a notebook isn't enough to hold your thoughts you try tumblr. Then when that fails as well because maintaining a blog is a taxing task and you would rather be reblogging gay love you then decide to make a WattPad story. Everything is mine inclu...
