ViveLaFemme

Alright... so once upon a time, there was a doll with many faces, She had her mouth stitched up the sides, like pretty little laces, A permanent smile she was forced to wear, if she ever grimaced her face would tear. The spotlight seemed to follow her, though she tried to run away, Her pretty little doll legs, weren't fast enough to her dismay, Entertained smiles and expecting eyes glittered through the dark, her smiling face never changed, it soon grew stagnant with a dying spark, she glittered with the sun, and shined with the moon, and every time she faked her life, she gave herself another wound. a pity such a pretty d