-------The Doll--------

Dear Pen Pal,
I'm writing this to express the meaning in the first
line of words.
I hope that this rhyming poem will make
sense to you. And if not i am sure that someday it shall.

There were two of us left,
it started to rain,
our thoughts all drained,
and cold was foolishly swept.

The water rushed off her eyelids,
like a waterfall waiting to explode,
she kissed him in the rain, her eyes slowly closed,
the river had overflowed.

But then the rain halt and the doll had bolt,
and the soldier left no more a colt,
and he marched through the world,
with his mind slightly curled,
and his rifle protecting his falt.

And so he sat on his ship, with a twisted lip,
wondering where the heck she could be,
and his thoughts left to wander,
and as he grew fonder,
the doll looked far out to sea.

Then once upon a time,
in the land of the weak,
the doll loved a soldier,
of he she would not speak.

She fell into his overwhelming dream,
was lost, was trapped, was caught or so it seemed,
but finally the bars bare ware,
grew worn and old, and hard to care.

And she slowly slipped through to reality,
and found no longer posessed by his melody,
and her hair grew grey and strait,
but so did her face,
and her eyes never dared wander to anothers place.

She grew boring and old,
her secrets untold,
of the love and the pain,
she not dare shed for insane.

And her teeth decayed,
and so her smile then fade,
and her blinding memory lay open for invade.

And as she died her last thought,
was that she should of taught,
the captured to always,
stay caught.

by Nicole Elizabeth Bernadette Brunt.