I caress his perfect cheeks,
twirl his fake golden hair around my finger,
hold his cold plastic hand,
kiss his painted lips.
There's no feeling.
He's not there.
I crushed the passion,
the love.
Ruined.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
-Boy turned mannequin
Posted by Rebaaa :] at 7:53 PM
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