Pretty Thing

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'Pretty thing' with braided hair & big, blue eyes. Pretty face in sky blue dress. Have your learned you role yet? Your kindness turned against you, favours slowly turning into servitude. Dancing, ever dancing after the lovely tune of the silver flute. A doll to play dress-up with.

So, 'Pretty thing', sick of playing the fool yet?

They ripped the colours from your world, not all at once but slowly one at the time so you never noticed your own fading smile.

Yet, here you are, seeing clearly despite the dark. 'Beautiful thing', cry your salty tears. Ignore the hurt & stand up tall. For I knight you with a crown of of golden straws, flowers and thorns. Now, 'Brave soldier',

Go save yourself.

Reviews

[C_theSurrealist]

the poem is very clever.. You didn't splash instantly the real topic yet you use brilliant words which make your work very interesting. :D
Keep writing!

[Kim]

Thnaks! :)

[Smoking Man]

Powerful and evocative poem which really reflects on the image being everything in today's shallow society.
Your eloquently written words struck a chord with me and you painted a rather surreal image flowing majestically throughout with your immaculate words.

[Kim]

I am glad you enjoyed it :) thanks!