A forgotten delicacyA Poem by fattycbreezy52I was once a doll, For him,and for all. Those who gazed at me from a distance, Knew of what delicacy I was made. They adored my features, One by one. As if it would take them years. Greeting me on every occasion with a cheek-to-cheek air kiss, Devoting considerable attention to my flaxen curls. My mom would treasure me with utmost care For the boy to hold my hand in the times to come. My dad would accomplish all my lofty desires, To make me a sky-high premium. But,delicacy is not a fixed state. Angst dictated deeply from the depths of body and mind, Makes the intricate frailty of old age very prominent. I am not old, Yet,I am ageing. I am not old, Yet,the furrows of mind and brow are all over my frail existence. The people who once adored me as a doll, Are now running behind those spurious Japanese dolls in the market. My delicacy has now become a general debility. Elegant features have now become a sign of weakness, Lassitude,muscle weakness,and weight loss. Hair is still flaxen. Yet,fails to capture their unyielding attention. If being thin is a crime, I would have never knowingly committed. If they could just see the beauty in those tender features Than searching for intricate layers and robust muscles.
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2015 Last Updated on June 26, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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