Jade Ambrose

Dolls, who you dress up in pink and white, 

dolls, who you take to the park or on a flight, 

dolls, who are made of plastic and cloth, 

they are always so girly, never unique or even goth.

My world, was full of happiness and bright

my world, comforting from daylight to night.

my world, seeing animals ripping people into bloody tears,

I know now that they shouldn't be my biggest fears.

Perfect, as golden long hair and light blue eyes
perfect, as a light complexion, as she is as graceful as a bird flies.
perfect, as cute as a doll.
But this, may not be perfect for some at all.

Waiting, still in a chair
waiting, looking through the window watching clouds dance in the air
For only the ticking of the clock can be heard
As nothing else can seem to be stirred.

A small little rocket, stands still
compacted and dark it is on the hill
when the flame invokes its spark,
the sky is no longer dark.
For it and its friends soar into the sky
and their personalities are really shown