Unwanted Doll
By Broken Wings
There she standsHer eyes full of tearsHer heart full of fearsHer skin as soft as silkThough the color of milkA dry crack in her rosy lipsHer skirt hanging well off her hips.Her eyes are empty and dark.Her wrists all full of marks.Her breasts used to lure in baitWho would pay any amount for more then a dateBut her beauty shines deep in her eyesYou can see it leak out everytime that she criesTo pick her up or not? Its your callBut she is a person not someones toy doll.Someday she will find herself.And she will no longer be a doll on someones old shelf.For the girls nearly seventeen and on the streets of New York City Written October 3rd, 2001 © on Oct 03 2001 06:41 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"There she standsHer eyes full of tearsHer heart full of fearsHer skin as soft as silkThough the color of milkA dry crack in her rosy lipsHer skirt hanging well off her hips.Her eyes are empty and dark.Her wrists all full of marks.Her breasts used to lure in baitWho would pay any amount for more then a dateBut her beauty shines deep in her eyesYou can see it leak out everytime that she criesTo pick her up or not? Its your callBut she is a person not someones toy doll.Someday she will find herself.And she will no longer be a doll on someones old shelf.For the girls nearly seventeen and on the streets of New York City..."