she was a paper doll glitter queen,
with a glamoured life and a yellow sheen.
i matched her up against my limbs,
and found her to be more perfect.
but glitter queen refused to part
with her lofty notions and her die cut heart.
and as my shape with time did change,
her ageless thoughts seemed to others strange.
all of her shine gave off a jealous glare,
now, as her conceptions never showed any wear.
and sometimes mine, too, shone harsh light,
but then i'd shrink and bide my time.
sunny dispositions lived within excess
jaundiced her whilst inside drink and love beds.
and although i tasted, and swooned, and burned--
i moved through quickly taking the lessons i'd learned.
paper doll glitter queen boomed and burst--
a brilliant firework scene even at her worst.
but soon her ash fell in their eyes,
and as a hopeful spark i felt just fine.
2 comments:
Wonderful.
thank you. <3
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