Thread: Little Doll, a poem

little doll, with the cracked face
how do you keep up the pace?
all alone on the shelf
with noone to love you, but yourself.

Little doll, your hair all matted
when was the last time you were taken for granted?
even that would be more
than being ignored.

Little doll, your dress dusty and old
once upon a time you were so bold.
what happened to the girl you used to know
whose face was bright as fresh blown snow?

Little doll, all alone
a marionette made of stone.
Someday you will be remade
and all these days away will fade.