I know you want to be the only one,
The reason for his brightest smile,
The blanket that warms him the best,
The most entertaining company,
The only one who feathers his nest.
But I've actually worn your shoes
On the very path that you've walked.
In that blanket I've been wrapped,
While keeping him company,
In those times where yours has lacked.
You're just his paper doll.
He can easily toss you away.
Dress yourself up, dress yourself down,
No matter who's keeping who company,
Or how many others he has come around.
We are not his only ones.
Just a hint of what makes him smile.
Beneath that blanket the cold truth lies,
Unrevealed even to the best company,
The unshed tears that he silently cries.
A flock of paper dolls
He tends to with delicate care.
He dresses us up, dresses us down,
Sacrificing solitude for starved company,
Knowing we will always keep coming around.
©Kerri L. Stanley
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