Little paper dolls aren't so fake and unreal
Cardboard or stone, like most they don't feel
They just sit and watch the world go by
Hoping to find shelter, trying to stay dry
Staying away from what they can't comprehend
On the inside unchanging, yet they follow the trend
Grow a heart, one with eyes that can see
And a mouth to tell you, that you ain't being me
Grow a conscience to tell you right from wrong
Grow mercy and compassion to stop if you are strong
Search for knowledge and long to be wise
A pride that won't say, won't give up, tries
Little paper dolls are soft and bend
And if they get ripped, they won't mend
Paper dresses
As soon as you read the title,
You'll think this is going to be sweet.
I'm taking a moment to explain,
The other side of this feat.
There's a saying concerning love,
That it knows no wrong.
I suppose that is why,
To truly experience it, you must be strong.
Love isn't always that warm and fuzzy,
Thing that couples share.
It doesn't always feel so good,
It can make you completely unaware.
Love can be obsessive,
It can twist and writhe,
Snarling, sneering, suffering, seeping,
In the end, you mightn't survive.
It can be cruel, can love.
It can hurt you inside.
Rip you apart, shred your chest,
There is no-where you can hide.
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