Poreclain Doll

She stood there in the rain,
fragile as a porcelain doll.
Eyes as blue as the sky,
hair as blonde as the sun.

The piano notes sang out,
as the rain poured down around me.
Eyes reflecting the fragileness inside,
hair framing a pretty face.

Eyes like glass haunt figurines,
crystal tears are mistaken for rain.
If the sun came out tears would shine,
upon the porcelain doll's face.

Is she just another pretty face you know,
or is there any inner beauty at all?
Can a doll even be capable of feelings,
if not then why is that doll crying in the rain?

Can a porcelain doll be ugly at all,
is it just an object to adore and not hold?
Why is the porcelain doll's eyes so blue,
and overcast as one stormy day?

Is there any difference between doll and human,
is one able to feel and or not truly feel?
Can a doll know more about the life around,
or is it just an object sitting on a desk?

She stood there in the rain,
fragile as a porcelain doll.
Eyes as blue as the sky,
Hair as blonde as the sun.

Reviews

[Celestine Astraea Fires..]

One thing, you misspelled Porcelain in the title.

And a suggestion, I know you are making a correllation between a girl and a doll (i.e. the doll is crying tears, etc). Why not use other words other than "doll" or "porcelain doll"? After awhile through the poem, it gets a bit repetitive. You could use "plaything", "figurine", "statuette", or "toy."

Otherwise, I love the verbage and writing of this piece. You can tell you put your heart and soul into it.