Glass horseshoe with the watchful eyes
shattered on the floor last night;
a caution you could have taken,
broken blessing in disguise.
You’ve never been superstitious,
but the shards drew a definite sign:
you were adding to your doll collection
again one still shot at a time…
Framed with your left eye jumping
up against a perfect kind of girl in blue,
she’s just one of many dolls
who hang posing on display for you.
Freshly painted faces glisten above
sugar-coated bodies lithe and young;
How will you play with all of them
when your collecting is done?
You can never see too much beauty
And never feel the heart you lack
So just hope that somehow, someday
your dolls will learn to love you back…
Very thought provoking!
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