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My little gutter girl
By beamish
She's my broken Barbie doll.
Nothing close to the version sold at the mall
Scarred and numb, bruised and bleeding
So beautiful and soft, a vision of sin in perfection
The scars on her arms remind her of her fears
The strength of mine are there to hold her still
She's dressed in a prom dress, black boots and purple hair
Some see a walking disaster, I see my angel floating on air
The tear stained cheeks of her many smashed dreams
The hard ugly hands that belong to a drunk mean old man
But when she smiles her eyes light like candles
Judged by many as nothing but trash
But not by me my perfect love
My broken little doll is heaven wrapped in hell's warm fires
Tattered and torn, mind spinning out of control
For me my little gutter girl is all I can see-in a world of false beauty-
she blinds them all
Her taste of pure and true reality shows my humbled self that love can
exist
Even in hell
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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Monday, June 6, 2016.
Filed under:
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Comments on "My little gutter girl"
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On Tuesday, July 12, 2016, imfine
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wrote:
:) I like this one. The tear stained cheeks of her many smashed dreams. Very good visual that is very relatable
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On Tuesday, June 7, 2016, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
Scarred with perfection! I wholeheartedly enjoyed this one. --Write on, sir
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On Tuesday, June 7, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Thank. So often we over look beauty because it's not conventional Thank you for your comments
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On Monday, June 6, 2016, dwells
(4285) wrote:
A beautiful rendering of hidden beauty Beamish. Hoping she reads this and perks up. Best of luck and there is salvation in the noble heart. Cheers and congrats! - Dan
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On Tuesday, June 7, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Thanks Dan. We all need salvation of some sort.
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