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Porcelin Princess
A dainty little smile
Painted on her face
Hair that curls in ringlets
Each one in its place
Her skin a shade of ivory
Silken to the touch
Her hands so soft and tender
Too precious for a glove
A dress of bows and velvet
True beauty at its best
But the one thing she was missing
Was a heartbeat in her chest
She wanted only to shed a tear
From her empty mahogany eyes
She wanted to feel true love
Yet painted lips would not sigh
So she straigtens out her dress
Returns to her time-worn box
Wiping dust off from her eyes
Fluffing her sweet locks
No regrets for the pain
That she could not feel
Wondering if a day would come
That someone would make her real
~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-18-04
~pat~
Painted on her face
Hair that curls in ringlets
Each one in its place
Her skin a shade of ivory
Silken to the touch
Her hands so soft and tender
Too precious for a glove
A dress of bows and velvet
True beauty at its best
But the one thing she was missing
Was a heartbeat in her chest
She wanted only to shed a tear
From her empty mahogany eyes
She wanted to feel true love
Yet painted lips would not sigh
So she straigtens out her dress
Returns to her time-worn box
Wiping dust off from her eyes
Fluffing her sweet locks
No regrets for the pain
That she could not feel
Wondering if a day would come
That someone would make her real
~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-18-04
~pat~
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Porcelin Princess
Porcelin Princess