She Looked At Me

She looked at me, hollow and cold
In that way that only she could
Told me stories, new and old
Never sharing things she should
She looked at me, soft and sweet
Telling lies only I would believe
Told me tales of bright-lit streets
Shadowed by such cold deceit

In the wake of what's come and gone
She looked at me with eyes dark as night
Reaching with an icy hand
To touch my aching soul
In my reverence for all things broken
I held fast to her beliefs
And being blindsided could've been avoided
If I'd only listened when I first heard
Those hollow words that only she could speak

"You should never try to cling to me
I'll only become a bitter memory
I cannot fill the void in you
Because, dolls are empty, don't you see?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

#362 Dolls are empty, you see

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Loved it! Hugss 

Loved it! Hugss 

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She looked at me.

Interesting write; you sound  infatuated with your doll; a vague but sinister doll. You sound as though you lost yourself entirely and blended in with her world. Great write, I enjoyed your poem roc.

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Made for a great story, no?

This, as all the others in this folder, are fiction. I read through ashes' word list, and whichever one strikes a chord falls into rhyme. Glad you enjoyed this one. Technically, it's a kind of prequel to marionette

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