the girl is a doll
she's a wannabe model,
blond hair, blue eyes
that flit to and fro
as she walks
and she's careful
careful to be quiet,
fading background
her friend is a caricature
she's a tall drink of water,
kinky hair, cherry-wood eyes
that flit to and fro as she walks
and she's careful
careful to try to merge
with the luxurious room
the girls are diamonds
pretty little decorations
leaning on the tapestry,
accenting wherever they are
because that's what we are
white, sparkling diamonds
ready and on display
A/N: Hey, guys. So this is just going to be a book of my poetry! Not going to lie, I'm pretty nervous about posting all of this because it's really personal, so feedback and votes would be appreciated. Thanks!