Incoherent Rambling I Wrote
Foolish ragdoll dressed in blackmade of fibers coarse and rough.
Long brown hair hides an awful face
yet you're first in the child's pack?
Black gloves to protect against a black world,
or perhaps to protect a world white.
Cold eyes look like you don't care
but perhaps you just might?
Foolish ragdoll you've seen better days
and perhaps you've seen worse ones too.
Who would have thought the child to betray
proves loyalty rarely pays?
But a treasure lost is a treasure found
to have the filthy doll scooped up.
Taken into the care of another soul
yet the pain of betrayal will pound.
To cope with loss, betrayal and pain
a ragdoll mended washed and cared.
Yet still in black, with eyes still cold
but a feeling of happiness again?
Foolish ragdoll dressed in black
shoddily built and just as shabbily kempt.
With long brown hair and a scowl against the world
perhaps the scowl is for itself?
Black gloves to protect a black soul
or perhaps black gloves to protect a world pristine.
Cold mismatched eyes glare to keep away
but is it others from you?
Blades strapped to your back to shed blood
never means they're items of violence.
As redemption is but skin deep in your mind
and spread your filth on a world pristine?
Foolish ragdoll dressed in black
covered in the dirt of years of hard use.
Perhaps if it could not look so stern
the world may accept it.
Pennies that People Handed me.
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