My Porcelain Doll
Her pretty blue eyes
Stare vacantly at the wall,
Finely made of glass,
She sees nothing at all.
Her cheeks are rosy
Against pale porcelain,
Charming pink lips
Are painted above her little chin.
Every girl wants
Her golden curls,
A pink bow upon her hair,
Laced with dainty pearls.
The loveliest fuchsia trims
Adorn her little white dress,
A satin sash wraps around her waist,
She always looks her best.
I would love to be like my porcelain doll,
She’s perfect and gorgeous, sitting tall,
Yet she neither sees nor hears nor understands,
I guess I wouldn’t want to change at all.
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Out of the Sky - A Collection of Descriptive Poems
PoetryRemember when the moon fell out of the sky? Remember when you admired the perfect features of your porcelain doll? Remember when someone unlikely opened your eyes to see the truth? Try to remember.
