Realness, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

i saw a girl in the window
her eyes full of wonder
she is nothing more
than a porcelain doll;
beautiful and fragile
she is a sight to see
and no one can deny.
she is the perfect mold
of a girl with hopes real high
her voice is filled with joy
and her laughter is a pleasant sound
along with all her other traits
her personality is addictive.
everyone wants to be like her
or be seen with her it seems
short black hair
bright blue eyes
how could anyone say no?
as i watch her
fro my seat across the room
i can smile because i know
she is 100% real
and 0% fake.

**for sarah s.**
Posted: 2005-02-22 22:23:08 UTC

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