I am the doll long forgotten
once put upon a dusty shelf
as love spread to a new, shinier,
version of my former self
a more exciting one
quickly replaced by
one that didn't ask for anything
not even the warmth of love
one that didn't speak
only to reply
"yes" and "no" and shake
her head in constant admiration
she sheds no tears
and wants for nothing
a trophy it seems
I am non-existent
in a world of dreams
as I have become tired
and worn at the seems
I no longer work as
I once did
even with fresh, new batteries
I am broken
unwanted
deserted
and so I wait
for a turn once again
when I will be picked up
dusted off, and admired
for a mane of gold, eyes of blue
and a heart of gold
and maybe something more
even if only from afar
oh I dream to be auspicious...
once again
5 comments:
Only that special one who has you in his/her life knows your importance regardless of you being broken/dusty.
a prayer like this can make a difference
Sweet and sad
melancholy
nostalgia
how I like it.
This was very beautiful. (:
The most beautiful and expensive of dolls can often be found on a dusty shelf. They are only awaiting that "special" person who cars not if batteries are broken or if fingernail polish is faded.
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