How She Feels

Broken Doll

She painted that smile on her broken face

Using only the most delicate colors

Like a china doll

S H A T T E R E D , but put back together

S L O P P Y and U N C A R I N G

Brushing on eyes

That used to see only the good in others

But so many have

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Her, changing the way she blinks

Breaking bits of her along the way

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Showing the

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she takes, bits of white dust

Clearing the way for the souls to come

Yearning for them to pick up her shards

For once maybe the brokenness

Could be whole

A small piece of love

The world has gracefully given back to her

But she knows she is just a speck

In the mountains that face her

But still the china dolls waits

For her maker to see the beauty of her travels

Etched like tattoos all over her little body

The fools that carelessly dropped her

The lovers that played with her

And the ones that cared for her

Repainting a smile on her

Even if it was a bit broken

A WOMAN HAUNTED BY LOVE

She was a warrior

Singing a haunting song

Calling death to her side

Telling the world they were close friends

For they met after every war

Blasting her winning to every corner

For she was meant to die each time

But still she remained PLANTED

She would rise each time

Even with the blood of her enemies

Painted about her, S P R E A D

over her face

Just the the enemies she had conquer