December 7, 2005
Kristopher Louie

I’m sitting on that shelf,
motionless and lifeless.
You could say I was a doll,
you know, one of those porcelian dolls;
Just sitting there, no emotion or affection,
Just staring with those eyes that send you chills.

You’re going to pick me up,
and look at me unsure.
You’ll take a deep breathe, and say
“It’s just a doll anyway.”
So now your sitting, with me on your lap,
telling me your stories in such confidence.

Your eyes will begun to tear,
as if there’s no tomorrow.
You’re no longer staring unsure,
but rather with patience.
Waiting for me to speak and take your burden,
Cause no one else will but me, since I’m a doll.

Your tears still won’t subside,
But somehow you hear a voice inside.
You’ll believe it’s my own as if I could speak;
Well you were right I am talking.
I’ll tell you things that no one else will,
since I’m the only one, that can.

And when I’m finished,
you’ll wipe your eyes with smiles.
You’ll take a deep breathe and say,
“Everything is so clear.”
You’ll throw me onto that shelf and walk away,
leaving me with all your problems, leaving me all alone

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