Wednesday, June 8, 2011


All the little dolls
Perfect pink and velvet stars

I watch the others watch them pass
Marvel at the drool inspired batch

I wait for the crowds to clear
I wait for my ideal,
I wait till the brink if that is required
I wait for the crisis to expire
I wait for things unclear,
I wait for a spark-a reveal to alter everything

All the chosen ones
Dollied up and prettied upon
So many choose, so many, so young
Desire to want or to become

I look past the glamour and the glitz
To see if something real can be made from this
But those pretty darlings need love too-
I’m glad they’re fortunate to have each of you

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