my dollie.


the doll has just been stiched up,
it is a little lopsided here and there.
she pulled back in most of her stuffing,
and sewn pack on her hair.

her smile seemed mischevious,
and she had her hands clasped.
but then the childeren came along,
it was all the questions they asked.

the new child picked her up,
and wondered whats inside.
what made her smile?
what was it she must hide?

they always rip her open,
and dig around inside.
kids never like what they find,
and then toss her aside.

Poetry by Tori
Read 313 times
Written on 2007-03-11 at 09:25

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