Jade
Being married to a porcelain doll
Can grind you down to the simplest form
When my insides are glowing for all to see
And Jade, the porcelain doll,
With Strawberry hair,
And Bubblegum sweetness
Sits there
Blue eyes unblinking
Without a tear nor a smudge
Plain, dead wires on the inside
Of her, never show their damage
She gently eats the red watermelon
Hollowing out the weak green rind
She is the weak green rind
And she doesn’t even know it
She looks like pale, lovely spring
I am dust upon a cold grave
Cool, blue moons pass on and on
And I look up into the sky every night,
An old man,
Lost deep inside a morbid perfection
My Jade is a rainbow -colored bliss
I am disgusted by her beauty
I watch the starlight as I die
Graying every moment, getting weaker with age
I have lived a thousand moments
Without knowing love
And as my insides glow and bruise for all to see
Jade, the porcelain doll,
Sits there
Without a tear nor a smudge
