Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Beauty and The Porcelain Doll ❯ My First Poem ( One-Shot )

Cold Beauty and the Porcelain Doll

My cold lifeless eyes bore into your own. Smooth, wrinkleless unmarred by the passage of time. Pale and unloving beauty framed by perfect spirals of raven. Small and dainty I sit without care. Cloth of jade adorns me. Weak and fragile, you pray not to shatter me, far it would be easy to. You set me on a stand to admire my elegance, my untouchable cold beauty. Hands of flesh and bone and muscle formed me. Those hands are mortal and cane be wounded. Those hands can age. Those hands can hold and touch and feel. While can not. I do not change. I will forever have the same cold beauty. Yet, those hands will always be far more beautiful than I. Because of the warmth they hold.