Porcelain

June 18, 2012
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With his champagne tastes and honeycomb hair,
Peach blossom cheeks and porcelain smile,
The glimmer in his eyes challenged the morning sun.
All it took was a single mossy gold glance,
A simple crooked grin displaying whimsical white teeth,
For his glamorous heart to become her haven.
The innocent wallflower with her modest white blouse,
Enchanted by aged whine and swanky gray curtains,
Delicate china dolls and elegant cocoa with a dollop of cream.
Her short-lived euphoria rudely awake,
As the black swan took his final bow and exited the stage,
Left all alone beneath a twinkling August moon.
Desperately yearning for distance,
Nothing left but enduring the sands of time.
Though her lonely bones could withstand sticks and stones,
The dazzling heartthrob broke her glass heart to shards.





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