If dolls could talk...and teddy bears could sing....
they'd tell you I wasn't always like this.....how easily I'd laugh and cry.....
they'd tell you I loved to talk...teach them stuff and tell them stories....
they'd tell you how patient I was....I'd put each one of them to sleep....
they'd tell you how I took care...patched them up...made clothes for them....brushed their hair
they'd tell you how worried I'd be when others played rough with them.....
they'd tell you I was never scared of the dark, the thunder,the spiders or the monsters.....just the teacher in school who would shout to bring me back from the day dreaming.....
If dolls could talk...and teddy bears could sing....
they'd tell tell you who I am.....not who I seem to be.
..in plastic and fur....recycled...or in the dust....
lie my purest kisses and caresses... tears for nothings..
...misgivings of a tender heart.
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Inanimate things tell a lot of stories, provided you let people see your closet. Do you do that? :-)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
there is nothing left of the old closet....vicious spring cleanings and renovations that i was absent for took away all that mattered....all that remains are sunsets, trees and snow...and yes they still know my story.
I guess you'll have to take someone there and point it to them :)
hehe plan to do that sometime soon...inshah allah
This is so very moving. Sigh.
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