wax and wane 4/25/12

wax sculpture with a heart of paper
easily ripped and creased
melting in the flames of passion
so in love can’t even feel the heat
enchanted life
bracelet of charms
rings and jewels that bind
poor little puppet girl
all smiles even though
inside she’s crying
granted every thing she wished for
denied only what she needs
fabricated happiness makes her dance
tossed away memories that
forced her to bend her knees
she has no
past and no future
no precious dreams
smile is frozen on her face
she cannot scream
can’t shed no tears
lest they fall and
fill her cup to the brim
so she burns
and tells herself that she is blessed
to have it all