porcelain paper doll
a porcelain paper doll,
that could break if you ,
would touch her just one time.
she is very fragilejust like me.
little cuts on her skin .
made by the paper she ,
has in her shaking hands.
are covering her whole body.
the suicidal knife is now ,
settled in her grey mind.
tears dropping down ,
on the paper .
she don't know what to do.
she can't deal with the ,
pain and sadness with in to.
her hair as black as kohl,
is reflecting in the sun ,
that shine's.
in the hair you can see ,
little spots and splatters of blood.
from the earlier made cuts .
a porcelain paper doll ,
is what she is .
she will cut herself forever,
and ever with the paper,
she has in her hands,
and that says how suicidal ,
and a freak she really is .
once she will break ,
and heaven will open up for her .
there the will fix the ,
thousands of broken pieces ,
she has inside her.
*** niet zo mooi ***
Reacties op dit gedicht
| BloodElf: | Woensdag, december 08, 2004 19:38 |
| **wel zo mooi** Waar ken ik die paper dolls toch van ;) Kittie geluisterd ^_^ Hehe, ik heb geloof ik ook nog zown dichtje *denkt* Hmm, ga eens wat meer eigenwaarde kweeken meflouw *grijns* het is wel mooi he! Liefs, |
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| Butterfly: | Woensdag, december 08, 2004 18:42 |
| *** wel zo mooi *** ;) Liefs |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 december 2004 | ||
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