a paper doll needs a long black veil

the smell of your scents memory inside the chifferobe door

a paper doll cuts the line and makes me wale

i wish i had never seen you lying on that cold hard floor

slowly turning, turning a deep shade of blue

dreaming of a soul singer you had  your last pure thoughts

to have known and shared and cared with you

i measured all the lessons that you had taught

through my childlike eyes a dance of pretty is as pretty does

a paper doll is a fragile artful lasting invention of necessity

it hurts to be beautiful repeats in mature eyes like a  honey bee buzz

a paper doll’s long black veil falls from folded tabs with life’s brevity

a paper doll needs a long black veil