~ Paper Dolls....

Paper dolls, with real lifes, real hearts....

Where did they go wrong

When did they get lost??!

Standing on the corner, their worlds passing by

Strangers everywhere, while trying to forget

Always running; their empty eyes....

Memories, of when they were young

All they have, is what once was ~

Paper dolls, with dreams fading inside; fading inside

Hollowed; hollowed mornings and darker nights!?

Awakening to these walls, I see them all

Standing there smiling but dying; dying

Where did they go wrong

When did they get lost??!

These dolls turned to paper; the substance of their lives....

I gaze, with this fire burning deep inside

How could this be I wonder

These precious, these precious eyes; deep inside

This world, this place; where did we go wrong

When did we get lost??!

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....“Paper Dolls” ~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Puddifoot Avatar
March 24, 2012 at 6:13 AM
how are you Mr R? looking back through your poems to find some I haven't read, and this one is rather poignant and haunting, but what a gem! :-) charlotte
Grisetti Avatar
March 20, 2012 at 11:54 AM
I've met some and seen some and even felt like a paper doll from time to time - that emptiness hurts. Beuatiful.
Chircop Avatar
February 20, 2012 at 3:40 AM
I'm touched by this poem john.It says so much.I wonder if i ever be that paper doll with the wrinkles of time,I wonder when i get there,if 'd look back and cry,yet hopefully i look in the past with a smile and live the moment..ChARMA-TMFVS
Kendrick Avatar
January 31, 2012 at 9:39 AM
Sad that we sometimes end up hollow from life experiences..Enjoyed reading your work..Yes, my mother could make good chicken and dumplings but it wasn't exactly like soup but one could just put some more broth in her recipe and it would be soup..I have never made that dish for my husband doesn't like it..I would eat it some myself..Mother would always boil the chicken back, wing tips, neck, gizzard, heart, and the leg and feet (Ha! Ha!) ..We were so poor that we ate the feet..Sara
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January 31, 2012 at 9:55 AM
Smile ˜ Would that be a monkey or a rabbits foot?? :) *
Kendrick Avatar
January 31, 2012 at 9:39 AM
Really haven't lived until there is a foot minus the toe nails on your plate..Sara
A   Avatar
May 29, 2011 at 8:09 PM
Good day so far John, how are you? this lovely night.... And you are always so kind and Divine with your comments... Let me see me on the other hand, I'm silly but still a great lady... And paper dolls... yes i cut and had plenty, but where did them days go.... you take care,..p.d.
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