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with my china skin
so white and clear
my hair so black,
im sometimes feared.

with my doe eyes
dolled up so huge
lips of crimson red
beauty never refused.

i want to be
a porclean doll
with eyes so big, hair so straight
and perfect lips so small.

if you pose me
i will not move
if you love me
you cannot lose.

but if you hate me
and try to break me
anger outlash, you will see
just how poisonous a doll can be.

you may not think me pretty
i strive on that
i want to be the ugly girl
so bad, but not so fat.

i cry when flesh 
shows through...
my skin has this gleaming
glowing, irredesint hue.

black tears drip
down my cheeks
why is it though
that porclean is so weak?

i want to be perfect
and new again
im broken, demented
tortued by men.

but here i sit
on your shelf
my advice
is all your wealth.

those who touched me
lingered long
those who listened
heard my song.

with eyes so big
and lips so small
my only wish
is to be a porclean doll.

xoxo
Kyelle



Posted: 2005-04-02 16:31:14 UTC

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2006-06-29 06:51:53User
Description of yourself..ok I guess it pretty much describes you...

2006-06-30 15:02:11. QUEENIE .
i guess, more of what i want to be and not how i am... im not pretty. im no dollface, and im not pale anymore. its so much work to put ona pretty face