Porcelain


Your eyes are as the deepest ocean 

Reflecting all that lies within 

I know not what your stories tell

But I wish to enter in 

To touch your soul 

And tend your wounds 

To heal your living hell 

Your image is a porcelain doll

A fragile, precious thing 

So I will hold you gently close

Allow naught but joy to sing

Still your eyes look back at me

Your life 

Your pain

 Your strife.

 

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