China Doll
The only one sitting on the ancient ebony shelf,
Propped up against the cheap flower wallpaper,
Her legs hang down like fishing rods,
Her hands are placed on her sides like a mummy,
She has skin more pale than Snow White’s,
One may only ask,
“Mademoiselle, have you ever seen the light of day?”
Her hazel eyes, change faster than a mood ring,
Lips, redder than any other apple ever picked,
Her hair is perfectly brown and curly,
But the only thing she is a worn out
China Doll
*Note - I wrote this poem a couple of years ago, on Friday, July 26, 2013. Also I did not edit this poem, it is the original poem.
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