Paper Dolls
Running up to the runner up;
Side snear clusters,
Pearl smiles exchanged for admitting the lifelong denials.
Perfect, for what is perfect in the now?
Pressed on shirts and passed on frowns.
Speeding black shine for year long miles,
The get up to get up,
Grows fallen in the struggle;
Gold fades to brown,
Tarnished and soon to be mild.
Copyright © Christina Rose | Year Posted 2015
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