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The Wind-Up Doll
Born of visions,
Nurtured on dreams,
Raised on talent,
Encouraged by screams.
Taught by letters,
Morphed into words
And so the cocoon cracks open,
But from it a moth will emerge.
The moth is blind,
Blinded by the beams of the spotlight
So he shall never see
What truely was in fromt of him
And when that blinding light dissapears
And everything grows dim,
The pieces are put together
He realizes his sin.
And in the everlasting darkness,
He lay all alone
Brittle and frail,
He is weak to the bone.
With all those ******** promises,
That happiness and joy
It was all a lie,
He was but a mere toy.
- by 50 cent whore |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/28/2011 |
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- Title: The Wind-Up Doll
- Artist: 50 cent whore
- Description: Well, this poem is one with a personal meaning to me. Although, each has their own perspective, and I'm very interested in what YOU percieve this poem as, and it's meaning. So it'd be just swell if you could write your thoughts in the comments :]
- Date: 12/28/2011
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Ceasar Tits - 12/28/2011
- Maybe about life through the eyes of an animal? Either way, I like it a lot.
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- vvars - 12/28/2011
- I think it's a child who was not allowed to experience living life, sheltered and protected. And when he's finally free, he's lost and alone. Good job. :]
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