
Dusty wooden shelf high on the wall
There you sit slouched over with grace
Hello again my long life friend
My silenced rag doll
Button eyes blind as humans
Yarn hair creeps over your shoulders
As spiders take place where your brain should be
Yet you are the only one who understands
My dearly departed so lifeless
Share your dreams with mine
Tell me the secrets of your hidden life
My heart lusts to feel what you feel
A stitched on smile
Patched denim clothing
How can something so dead exist?
Perhaps you are just asleep at heart
My beautiful twin who’s falling apart
Let’s wish upon an airplane
And pray for the best even though
No one is coming to save us now
-SW~

3 comments:
Wow.
I love that.
That's one of my favorite poems ever, now. Well done.
you know i feel like a doll sometimes, somehow i can understand what you're saying, which doesn't happen a lot in your poems. well~ shurg*
That's so sweet... Sad, but sweet.
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