Pinocchio Girl

Eyes to his preferred

Hair to his preferred

Lips and nose to his preferred

Legs and breasts too

The perfect toy

Even with a temper he couldn’t be mad at pinocchio girl

She was so idle and perfect, all to his likings

She tried to please him, becoming just as a doll, performing a story

Eventually'

Though years worn, and skin torn

Her beauty faded like a worn toy of remorse

Suddenly he could be mad at poor pinocchio girl

Suddenly he no longer found the sight in pinocchio girl

she was just a marker of the past

Looming on the shelf whilst he and his new pinocchio girl laughed and danced

Although the poor pinocchio girl tried to leave, to forget this world of greed

He stopped her, promising this place would be of no more unfust

He fixed her up, painting her porcelain face

Once again a beauty

Even so the poor pinocchio girl still suffered

All she could hear at night was the laughing on the phone and the muffled

“I love you” ‘s
 
Her face salty and wet, poor pinocchio girl had to leave

She gathered up her things, took off her makeup

Changed her contacts

And left

Leaving him and her.

She was then free.