poetry by j matthew waters

porcelain doll

born into a colorful world
you look to the sky for answers
blinking your wanton eyes and
hiding your smile below
wide brimmed hat

anxious to live for tomorrow
you rarely sleep at night
dreaming of the day your
prince charming finally
finds you outside the box

winter arrives on cue
changing you into that girl
nobody really knew
your radiant summer skin
fading in the evening light

years turn into forever
your lost thoughts seeking
a new kind of loneliness
your mind aging
gracefully like porcelain

july two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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3 thoughts on “porcelain doll

  1. Pleasant Street on said:

    So lovely and sad, it made me cry

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