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His Perfect Woman
By DiscordiaDarling
Wind me up and I dance.
Your oh so apathetic dolly.
Am I coming out of the toy box today?
Everyone wants to play with me,
but never quite in style to keep.
An infinity of smiles,
I promise to never cry.
Toys damaged by little boys,
are hardly up to par.
So I understand kind sir,
tuck me away with the rest.
After all...
Boys will be boys.
Correct?
I won't speak,
nor voice my opinions.
Sit me upon a shelf to be admired.
Showing emotion is a sin,
I agree mister.
Beat me and I will not step away,
rip my appendages at the seams.
Cast me away into the streets,
and I will wait for your return.
...And this is what you wish me to be?
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© 2007 GrotesqueEuthanasia
Published on Thursday, April 19, 2007.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "His Perfect Woman"
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A former member wrote:
hey... can you cook, too? j/k damn men anyway... all they want is trophies and sex... buncha fuckin biotches they are
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On Thursday, April 19, 2007, GraveFlower
(249)
wrote:
dolly, the perfect woman.......but they can show no love back to you, give you no pleasure ~*dani*~ i do really like this write tho, its awesome
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