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Your eyes completely enthrall
Make me your favorite doll
Dress me up and make me fine
Keep me close all the time
Hold me up and make me see
Whatever you want to do to me
Shelter my eyes from the truth
Spare me from my broken youth
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Capture me, my dear
Dress me up like your toy
Tell me I'm so very coy
Promise me you'll never leave
And in you I'll always believe
Make me your favorite doll
Dress me up and make me fine
Keep me close all the time
Hold me up and make me see
Whatever you want to do to me
Shelter my eyes from the truth
Spare me from my broken youth
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Capture me, my dear
Dress me up like your toy
Tell me I'm so very coy
Promise me you'll never leave
And in you I'll always believe
Literature
Black Eyes and Butterfly Wings
I sewed feathers
to my corset's back strings,
but I don't think it's enough to fly.
And the troll under the bridge
is singing me lullabies
but he's still a troll.
I think.
And the chalk-drawn owl
with the heart-shaped face
keeps exhaling smoke
and retching,
but I can't quite reach him.
I don't understand.
The marionette tightened
my corset,
so I guess that means
its strings are puppeteer strings.
Am I then a puppet?
When I look in the mirror
do I get confused by the backwards world
or high with the trippiness
or do I hiccup and move on?
When I fall
do I fall break or
catch myself with my skull,
bring my elbows smashi
Literature
Glass Heart
Scattered around her feet
are shattered dreams
Like broken glass,
shiny and sharp.
Be careful not to stray too far
or you'll hurt yourself.
She can see so far
but nowhere she can go.
Don't want to bleed out
more pieces of yourself.
Scattered around her feet
are shattered dreams
Like broken glass,
Literature
Ghost Writing
The words grew hollow
Meaningless somehow- thinner.
I forgot why I loved
The dusted air of summer.
I forgot why I took
My pen to paper.
I forgot why I chose,
A book of vapour or a written rose.
As all the petals of
Prose fell away.
At the end of the day
I was left with letters.
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Originality Technique Impactah you can just imagine the sweet ignorance!! very very very creative!! shielding a dolls eyes from the trutha nd letting them bask in sweet ignorance before the world comes crashing down. it is very well writen. i dont think i would change a thing about the ryming patter. actually i really dont think i wouold change anything about this. i know it moved me! being shielded from the truth. being al doll to the people arond you and being fed sweet words of poison, worthlessly sweet tasting lies. yet loving them so much that you ddont even care. i adore this. it is beyond beauutiful