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Little Glass Doll
Contributed by
Momen
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Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 01:02:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
secrets
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This little glass doll
She sits on her perch
Up on her hill
Exposed of her hurt
She crys tears of blood
As she cuts herself deep
And wonders a thought
Weather to retreat
Dont say a peak
Dont say the words
You must stand still
I know you heard
Now dont look like that
When the pain slowly comes
And over subsides
Your little glass home
Put out to display
To a world so blind
Not for attention
But purely to hide
Doors all gone
Windows boarded high
In youre little glass dome
he can tell by your eyes
You hurt as much
As you let out to see
Dont fool yourself
Youre yet to fool he
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
As the man of death
Pries into your mind
Now youre sitting alone
Hiding away
Waiting for
Death and a name.
Copyright ©
Momen
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2005-06-11 01:02:34]
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Re: Little Glass Doll
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by xXcrossedXx on
Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 06:26:03 AM AEST
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I wrote a poem exactly like this yet its very very different, I like your version a lot. Nice write.
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