Imperfections

Once I had

A doll.

Her name was Alice.

My name was Jane.

See it went like

This,

Dolls were

perfect,

Oh, how I wanted

Perfection.

Craved it.

We were poler

Opposites.

She smiled

While I frowned.

I remember her being

Beautiful, and

Perfect.

Then again,

Alice did have pink

Hair.