Wretched Times to Withstand
Porcelain hands so still
A broken lip on a perfect face
a twinkle in the eye of the beholder.
Polished eyes staring into yours
A glass texture beyond a touch;
A breakable doll.
Their dress were perfectly sewn
Never a stitch amiss
The clothes unwrinkled
Withstanding times delicate, unsteady hands.
A broken lip on a perfect face
a twinkle in the eye of the beholder.
Polished eyes staring into yours
A glass texture beyond a touch;
A breakable doll.
Their dress were perfectly sewn
Never a stitch amiss
The clothes unwrinkled
Withstanding times delicate, unsteady hands.