XaviRoseMaiden's blog: "poetry"

You left it for me ,that precious doll,

i always looked at  , when i was small .. 

and you told me it was mine , when you weren't going to be here at all 

i said "aww gran please don't say that ".. hoping that it  would never become true 

She was beautiful in her silk kimono , her glossy hair tied back , her beautiful lips painted red .. 

But life being as it was .. i only saw her a few times before my gren died and each time i saw her , it was like seeing an old friend .. 

until the day .. my gren died , and everything was divided .. and she had left it for me .. 

i cried the tears .. in my eyes .. the dolls was finally mine .. but my gren had died .. 

all those years of wanting her .... and now i'd do anything even give her back , to trade with god to get my gren back 

but when i went home this time bought her back to tthe Us with me , and now she sits in front the mirror .. and my lil girl looks at her with the same look i did ..