Sit beside me with broken arms just me and my broken leg,
Screws overbolted with the hardened touch of the woodened maker,
I'll hammer till np splints are left unseen,
You're perfection to the tree of life,But you're the most beautiful doll I've created in my life,
Go forth and explore the world there's somuch to explore,
Flutter your wings and enter the utopia,Learn of the good and the bad and find a way to find the love of your life,
Not much is left of this wooden maker's soul he's about to enter his eternal rest,
So one last thing I shall tell you for the rest of your life,
Even with a torn heart and broken arms you'll find your ribbon to tie up thy
broken chest. go forth and meet your shining knight♥️
I shall watch over you my moonlight.
It may not be long until I'm gone,
but for the time being I shall venture beyond the heavens and dawn.
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Broken Doll
PoetryTale of a maker and his amor venturing to the land of fairytales.