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The Porcelain Queen
Oft’times when you pass, my heart splits in two,
As I know: you are perfect, just you as you.
You don’t need a facade, a false winning smile
Instead; beauty such as the stone
Of the cold weathered dial.
But wait, I see, a flaw in your eye
Could this be?
Cold, insensitive, not worth a try?
I don’t believe you, won’t hear anymore.
My goddess, she stands there, alone, I adore.
As I linger on, the flaw I can see.
‘What darkest fears were, so as she shall be.’
This cannot be right, I fear for the worst
As she turns with a sweep, red eye, muffled curse.
And now as I think and remember “my love”,
Her coldness unveils, takes wings like a dove.
Unfeeling, unloving, a poor human being,
Not natural, man-made, a porcelain queen.
I stand there, she shatters, as a wind strikes her skirts,
Nothing more than a tinkle, as fit for a purse.
A jingle, of money, of all she was worth,
My porcelain queen, laid out in the hearse.
Just so you know, I won't answer any speculations about this poem, ok?
Crossposted on my journal.
PS Happy Valentine's!