Voodoo Doll

I was foolish,

Wreckless in the way that I loved you,

 Did I Take for granted that tomorrow would always come,

Did the hours from living in a dream,

 suddenly turn into a nightmare,

Before my lifeless eyes,

Dull buttons that saw more than you could imagine,

I grew selfish, sitting on that shelf,

Selfish in the fact I needed you here, that you'd be around,

Always, whether you'd hold me close, or throw me to the side on the days things became rough,

Was there something more I could've done,

Did my job get in the way, reasons to comfort, reason to shove pins in my side, stomach, head,

Reason for all the pins while all along the truth stared from my eyes to yours,

Was there someone else there all along, another doll, quickly advertised between the shows you'd watch,

The only one thing that seemed real when prayer seemed to long,

The stuffing in my head doesnt fit the same,

 Was there ever a reason that went without cause,

 Was it the lent that sat upon the shelf,

Did I become to dirty to receive your touch,

Was I Just a doll playing make believe,

The only one thing that seemed real,

Do you still love me as the day you did when your eyes saw mine,

I forgive you for every push of the pins,

The tears where the point of the needle tore my fabric,

 The short jackets you'd make me wear,

The estrange positions you'd throw me in,

Were my fingerless hands to cold to grasp you back

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

This is good you have to place yourself outside of yourself when writing.Though feelings may be owned by us we place them wherever we choose good job