Your Eyes are Glassy

Painted vividly in colour like a porcelain doll
Innocence too precious to break
Dressed in lavish finery for all to see
Soft and beautiful, static against the changing world
Red lips, tender and vibrant
Confident against such pale, smooth skin,
Adored and inspired, your hour of glory is here

But no matter their patient skill
The artist's hand still could not hide
That your eyes are glassy behind painted lids
Like shuttered windows hiding your broken spirit
Reminding us that only dolls live forever

The End

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