This was a rag doll princess,
who wanted to live a fairy tale of her own,
but failed.
she told herself she was not pretending being a princess,
but yes she was
she had no kingdom at all,
no freedom at all,
no luck at all,
she kept staring at the moon for hope
and watched the field go green with pleasure
with her button eyes, round and plastic
with her sponge filled soul, old in time, holding that many holes..
Why she hated her own nature no body knew
but she did, and after a while she came to realize
the moon was sad and imprisoned by some sorcery force
and went to hide away from the window
because the misery was all over around her
and there was no place to turn her eyes to
That was the day when the rag doll decided to
remove the thread she had for mouth
Dolls are silents anyway.. Arent they?
they are meant to be played with
They cant cry no matter how hard they try
and they belong to somebody..
the one who rules the fate for good and evil
she was living a secret life.
Every morning she convinced herself
the mirror had all the answers
people in the village never talked to her
they seemed affraid sometimes, and others repulsed by
but they wanted to believed she was evil
Them with their stares and faces
with their silence, and arrogance
the people in the village and their hatred
She kept taking some eventually
a doll toy is a toy, more or less
is not allowed to ever feel
how powerless become
under strange hands,
standing by filthy tongues speaking to her
whispering sounds
nightmarish words, sounds made to torture...
that was the time when the rag doll
found no use for her wool hair
and she took all of it,
Yes she was a rag doll,
she could take some bruises eventually
because her face was not even close to porcelain
damaged toys are useless, she was told..
As the gloomy sunday was played in the saloon
the rag doll who forever wanted to be a princess
embraced her worthless nature at last
that the final mile she had led to nowhere
"it can be as nice as you want it to be" the words..
she was living a secret life.
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who wanted to live a fairy tale of her own,
but failed.
she told herself she was not pretending being a princess,
but yes she was
she had no kingdom at all,
no freedom at all,
no luck at all,
she kept staring at the moon for hope
and watched the field go green with pleasure
with her button eyes, round and plastic
with her sponge filled soul, old in time, holding that many holes..
Why she hated her own nature no body knew
but she did, and after a while she came to realize
the moon was sad and imprisoned by some sorcery force
and went to hide away from the window
because the misery was all over around her
and there was no place to turn her eyes to
That was the day when the rag doll decided to
remove the thread she had for mouth
Dolls are silents anyway.. Arent they?
they are meant to be played with
They cant cry no matter how hard they try
and they belong to somebody..
the one who rules the fate for good and evil
she was living a secret life.
Every morning she convinced herself
the mirror had all the answers
people in the village never talked to her
they seemed affraid sometimes, and others repulsed by
but they wanted to believed she was evil
Them with their stares and faces
with their silence, and arrogance
the people in the village and their hatred
She kept taking some eventually
a doll toy is a toy, more or less
is not allowed to ever feel
how powerless become
under strange hands,
standing by filthy tongues speaking to her
whispering sounds
nightmarish words, sounds made to torture...
that was the time when the rag doll
found no use for her wool hair
and she took all of it,
Yes she was a rag doll,
she could take some bruises eventually
because her face was not even close to porcelain
damaged toys are useless, she was told..
As the gloomy sunday was played in the saloon
the rag doll who forever wanted to be a princess
embraced her worthless nature at last
that the final mile she had led to nowhere
"it can be as nice as you want it to be" the words..
she was living a secret life.
