The Lonely Doll

In tribute to all things petite

Pretty and sweet, the lonely doll.

This first i offer a greet

And desire to repeat the lonely doll.

A poetry painted from truth

But imagine the suit the lonely doll.

For beauty eternally in youth

Those pity compassion and roots

The lonely doll.

I stumble out of the salute

And evening last june, the lonely doll.

And heard a distant mournful tune

Under the dyad moon

The lonely doll.

My soul, though with wine i did douse

The song did arouse, the lonely doll

I followed, a drunken louse

Unto a cardboard house,the lonely doll

And through the window to see

A doll before me, the lonely doll

Singing to the mirror was she-

Was it a plea?

The lonely doll

Her room was all dresses and bows

For a doll neeeds her clothes, the lonely doll

She leaned in to breathe from a rose

And stood on her tippy-toes, the lonely doll

With a brush made of jade and pearl

She straightened her blonde curl, the lonely doll

I saw the sad eyes of a girl

Under teardrops, aswirl, the lonely doll

She went to her canopied bed

And laid down her head, the lonely doll

She picked up her sheep-doll and said

Something with dread, the lonely doll

Though i was too drunk to make sense

I felt her essence, the lonely doll

And turned to leave this pretense

For night, black and immense, the lonely doll

I remember that singing doll

And her grievous call, the lonely doll

As a little reminder to us all

Whose sadness wasn't so small, the lonely doll.