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My battered loving arms
I come with packages,
Presents and charms.
Some you will embrace
Others make you turn away
I am not an angel
I fall, I sway
They want to make me over
Into someone who I’m not
They try and try to teach
what cannot be taught
I am a china doll broken
Porcelain upon the ground
What once was lost
They think they have found
Like the treasures of an ancient city
Discovered from within
Locked away and hiding
A bottled djin
Torn and tattered
Broken and bruised
I tell all, no secrets
There is no ruse
Gentle lover
Whom I seek to love and hold
Can you overcome
what cannot yet be told?
The secrets of a fallen angel
The secrets of a broken doll
Put me on no pedestal
I wish not to tumble and fall
Pick up the pieces
But leave them as they lie
I am who I am
Til the day I die…
A china doll broken
A haunting plea to not try to fix her, accept her as she is. Now why is it that the same plea's not heard from men when their women want to change them to suit their own needs.
A haunting plea to not try to fix her, accept her as she is. Now why is it that the same plea's not heard from men when their women want to change them to suit their own needs.