Klark
05-21-2009, 08:44 PM
*This poem has been a part of this site since 2005 and is included in my book. I couldn't let it not be here after the crash.*
Doll Face
Left only for the dead,
Silence be her bloody thorn,
Knotted strands atop her head,
The ribbon is all but torn,
Body hidden underneath her dress,
Full details of her secret scars,
Still inside her sweet tenderness,
Her beauty the pain could not mar,
She may be torn,
She may be tattered,
Her dress is worn,
Her face is shattered,
Staring out of one blue eye,
Trying to hide her cracked porcelain,
There is a truth she can't deny,
Perfection is found under her skin,
He gazed upon her sweet doll face,
He smiled at her reflections,
In his heart she'd found her place,
Perfect for her imperfections.
Doll Face
Left only for the dead,
Silence be her bloody thorn,
Knotted strands atop her head,
The ribbon is all but torn,
Body hidden underneath her dress,
Full details of her secret scars,
Still inside her sweet tenderness,
Her beauty the pain could not mar,
She may be torn,
She may be tattered,
Her dress is worn,
Her face is shattered,
Staring out of one blue eye,
Trying to hide her cracked porcelain,
There is a truth she can't deny,
Perfection is found under her skin,
He gazed upon her sweet doll face,
He smiled at her reflections,
In his heart she'd found her place,
Perfect for her imperfections.