Nope just found it and it suited my moodThis.. yours? Trying to hold in the tears.
Nope just found it and it suited my moodThis.. yours? Trying to hold in the tears.
Mary Coleridge, ‘The Other Side of a Mirror’.
I sat before my glass one day,
And conjured up a vision bare,
Unlike the aspects glad and gay,
That erst were found reflected there –
The vision of a woman, wild
With more than womanly despair …
@Locket44 This is the poem that i have been trying to remember for weeks.![]()
So many interpretations behind this…absolutely lovelyPicked up, put down, passed around.
She lays where cast aside
The tiny doll left on the ground
From where the playtime died.
She was once a pretty thing
Dressed up cute and coy
Made to dance and sing.
To be the very perfect toy.
Now her dress is torn and ripped
Her delicate voice no longer spoken
The innocence harshly stripped
The lonely doll, sad and broken
I love this @BadBabe77 but at the same time it hurts because I know how that feelsPicked up, put down, passed around.
She lays where cast aside
The tiny doll left on the ground
From where the playtime died.
She was once a pretty thing
Dressed up cute and coy
Made to dance and sing.
To be the very perfect toy.
Now her dress is torn and ripped
Her delicate voice no longer spoken
The innocence harshly stripped
The lonely doll, sad and broken
*Bows to his master* Don't expect to much bowing, my back ain't that strong lolYour talent is growing Padawan.