*Porcelain Doll*
So fragile, sensitive to touch
The wind, a single gust could be to much
My porcelain doll
Race to where you fall
Gather wings of silver, lips of gold
Tears transfixed my eyes too cold

You enticed me be because you were so delicate
Something to which my heart could fit
But at the same time I loathed your beauty
Loathed to set it free
I admit I was the one that whispered
And pleased the wind to blow
It blew fiercely
As I watched your feeble body set free

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I held you high above all of the rest
Steps ahead of even the best
Locked you away in my dreams just for me
The way it was for me to be
But I wanted your beauty
Loathed to set it free
My fingers grasped my dream
And smashed it to watch the pieces gleam

I saw, into your eyes
(they taunted me)
Your lips held mine
(like they wanted me)
And even through the love
(it bothered me)
That I would never have what you had
(beauty)

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I admit I enslaved you
In my own foolish pride
You might have broken
But I’m the one who died