They are beautiful
They are princesses, queens, goddesses to be put on a pedestal and admired from afar
One is sunshine
Hair blonde and billowing, eyes bright and blue
The epitome of laughter and life and love
She is sunshine, pure gold
And she is tortured
Drowning herself in flowing liquor
But always finding grace again, rising each day to shine
The golden girl
One is a china doll
Doe eyes to match cascading chocolate curls
Soft and fair skin, almost as easily bruised as her ego
Breakable, already broken
Fragile, to be handled with care
A china doll, touch her and she may shatter
She is a disaster
A porcelain girl losing her problems in a porcelain bowl
But she always finds her light, taking her place on her throne
They are beautiful
Gold and porcelain
Damaged
Falling off of their pedestals
And always climbing back
