A DESTINY [DE]TOUR
Doll it's a doll. Motionless, one emotion. He's comes overjoyed his heart extremely kind. Waiting his destiny to pick him up soon.
He(The doll) shown up at the gallery, with other doll. He is the last piece - limited, a big smile one (^__^).
God granted a soul that he never have. One day, a girl like him so much. She's picck the doll so happy with a smile wide open. Surely they both happy. She's bring the doll to a new home, a new "live" ... (called "her"). The doll now live with passion that the girls share. Laugh, fortune, dream, hope, life and even misery.
This girl become a women and he still forever be a doll. Doll it's a doll, there would be one last pinochio but not him. Lately she's never hug, never talk, never kiss, ... careless.
It's seems to be, she's grown up to find the right person. The doll it's so empty and lonesome. Couple of times ago, he's lucky-ly just seen her at the distance. But now, he's out of nowhere set a place called "living room". Still smile, never change.
Another girl comes with alternate close destinity. Even if she politely ask him from "the first soul", deep inside - she was at rage. Different from the last one. This girl disposed to "hurt" him. Possesif, jealous, destructive, enrage ... infect all those word with pain.
The doll with permanent smily face actually hurt. Even if he can't express his emotion, he knows the mean that he was created first was to be loved. He cry even if he haven't a singgle tear. He sad even if he always smile. He dying even if he can't be broken. He always smile.
Not sure why he face the sky. He's in the garbage now. Taken by people unsure. It's less than a moment to realize what it soul should and look like. He's present to the world, the world that make girls becomes a women (or more).
Outside there, he's been played around ... again ... thrown to the garbage again ... and again. Sometimes girls comes, playing and left. Sometimes they just past by and praise without touch. Not even hug. And then soon he's becomes nothing.
Gladly, now he can cry with a smile. Tears came down from the sky that never shine. Remembering him from the first to the last happines. She capture that "the first soul" sometimes drip the dew from her eyes when he was hug. The other share laugh, pleasure, shy and anger. He was so lonely to miss anyofthem at the near of the future. He's blend with perish long gone before he's burry.
The future seems to be past. Memory hostage by a hope. One women capturing his smile at the road near him. Her eyes not blink at single time. She's remembering old times when still young. This poor girl always gazing the doll gallery once before rest in her hands right now. Until soon in the past, it was bought by the first soul.
Take care ...
Doll it's a doll. Motionless, one emotion. He's comes overjoyed his heart extremely kind. Waiting his destiny to pick him up soon.
He(The doll) shown up at the gallery, with other doll. He is the last piece - limited, a big smile one (^__^).
God granted a soul that he never have. One day, a girl like him so much. She's picck the doll so happy with a smile wide open. Surely they both happy. She's bring the doll to a new home, a new "live" ... (called "her"). The doll now live with passion that the girls share. Laugh, fortune, dream, hope, life and even misery.
This girl become a women and he still forever be a doll. Doll it's a doll, there would be one last pinochio but not him. Lately she's never hug, never talk, never kiss, ... careless.
It's seems to be, she's grown up to find the right person. The doll it's so empty and lonesome. Couple of times ago, he's lucky-ly just seen her at the distance. But now, he's out of nowhere set a place called "living room". Still smile, never change.
Another girl comes with alternate close destinity. Even if she politely ask him from "the first soul", deep inside - she was at rage. Different from the last one. This girl disposed to "hurt" him. Possesif, jealous, destructive, enrage ... infect all those word with pain.
The doll with permanent smily face actually hurt. Even if he can't express his emotion, he knows the mean that he was created first was to be loved. He cry even if he haven't a singgle tear. He sad even if he always smile. He dying even if he can't be broken. He always smile.
Not sure why he face the sky. He's in the garbage now. Taken by people unsure. It's less than a moment to realize what it soul should and look like. He's present to the world, the world that make girls becomes a women (or more).
Outside there, he's been played around ... again ... thrown to the garbage again ... and again. Sometimes girls comes, playing and left. Sometimes they just past by and praise without touch. Not even hug. And then soon he's becomes nothing.
Gladly, now he can cry with a smile. Tears came down from the sky that never shine. Remembering him from the first to the last happines. She capture that "the first soul" sometimes drip the dew from her eyes when he was hug. The other share laugh, pleasure, shy and anger. He was so lonely to miss anyofthem at the near of the future. He's blend with perish long gone before he's burry.
The future seems to be past. Memory hostage by a hope. One women capturing his smile at the road near him. Her eyes not blink at single time. She's remembering old times when still young. This poor girl always gazing the doll gallery once before rest in her hands right now. Until soon in the past, it was bought by the first soul.
Take care ...
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help me guys, i wanna make this video clip.. i need a doll, but not find yet perfect.
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