Yay for my crappy poetry! I’m trying to get back into writing, since I love it. So, here’s a poem. 🙂
The Speaking Dolls
Bold in your pursuit of innocence,
Yet quick to hide from detection.
A coward and manipulator all at once.
The thrill of the acquisition
Occupied your vapid life.
Determined to feel young,
You aged me to death.
A plethora of broken dolls
Lie in your wake.
Some broke long ago,
While others never before left their glass prisons.
The crystal case enticed you,
A challenge you couldn’t turn down.
Once inside, your excitement dissipated
As the novelty was conquered.
Your hunt will never end
As new dolls are yet to be discovered.
The damaged toys need fixing,
But your secret can never be fully erased from their bodies.
Blythe dolls are the best.