Doll
I'm a doll,
not one of those
beautiful, curly-haired
porcelain dolls,
but a rag doll.
Held tight,
cared for lovingly,
dragged through mud,
left in the attic,
in the end
only to be thrown away.
not one of those
beautiful, curly-haired
porcelain dolls,
but a rag doll.
Held tight,
cared for lovingly,
dragged through mud,
left in the attic,
in the end
only to be thrown away.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Zo Gezegd: | Donderdag, mei 05, 2011 15:32 |
| I''ll just hope someone finds this doll and gives her a new life. | |
| killea: | Donderdag, mei 05, 2011 11:26 |
| c''est la vie - you had a life (as a doll) and in the end we are all thrown away, doll or no doll. But I bet you are a cute doll still xx j |
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| Lummy: | Dinsdag, mei 03, 2011 21:16 |
| mooi gedicht | |
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 mei 2011 | ||
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