

Your DollMake me up real pretty Until you like everything you see Dreaming me a vision of perfect obedience and insecurity Put me on your shelf again Then tell me what to do and say Using me for your master plan You never really noticed as this Barbie slipped away. You see I am not made with empty space beneath a plastic chest See for yourself, beneath this flesh is a heart that Beats Wildly, passionately Because I am alive And I do not sit silently with perfectly painted lips Staring into space with a sigh If I have something to say, I speak BecauseYour Doll


ReachMy tears flow down from cheek to chin Warmly graze where your hand had been. Trying to remember that marvelous sensation I touch my cheek, but it's no consolation. I shut my eyes, tighter than tight And can almost see you, beckoning me to the light. Is your hand still there, can it be true? I'm so sorry I ever stopped reaching for you. Knowing now what I choose to believe Believing your love is sufficient for me. My eyes are fixed on You, just as they should be I lift my hand And begin to reach.Reach
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- Gabrielle Manotoc
flickr.com/gabb_ers
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Respeito
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Serene Inspirations Photography
©2008-2009
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"I'm the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I'm the breath on your hair
The endless nightmare, devil's lair"
Really?
Nice.
It just so happens, that you kick ass as well.
hehe, i lend you my imagination, because i want all to have an icon..
can I make you one?
and an a signature?
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the comment!
haha xD
sorry,
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