I , Mannequin

Everyday I stood blankly Behind those glass walls put by the men Dressed and Dolled up in colors To please the eye of the beholder. They come to see that fake smile of mine Because the price tag was all that mattered. Every time they looked at me, I knew they didn’t want me. No matter what i put on, how I change. I was still a rejected masterpiece. Until that one day, when he came And bought me away from the place I call home To a place that’ll sell me no more.

One single look.

One single coffee.

A brief discussion of the holdings and the wealth.

You are destined for life with that one person whose full name you’re unsure of.

If dolling up be the case, why not this ?