Open Palms

Open Palms
by: instinctive

When I was a young girl I would clutch,
hold on to this doll that means to me so much.
The harder they try to keep it away from me,
the tighter I gripped, it hurt so badly.

I wonder why they can't see the beauty,
the perfection just astonishes me.
I can't take my eyes off of this purity
though they think it's just trumpery

Seasons changed and years have passed,
but some things are just meant to last.
The fabric and the paint might have faded
But most of the feeling just stayed.

If there's one thing I wished I never lost,
it's the girl in me who kept what she loved the most.
This woman just stared the same stare,
Her heart burning with familiar flare.

She too, held on so tight
Took all the hurt, crushed her inside.
But the lady thinks it's much wiser
Let her heart and soul slip through her fingers.

She opened her palms and let it go,
watching while it blurred so slow.
Through the tears she wished,
the girl she was didn't vanish.