A doll made of porcelain,
how easily it could break,
not the same as it was then,
cracks scarring from each mistake.
Each telling stories,
of sorrow and joy,
they are memories,
of a once loved toy.
Now she's put in a case,
alone but she's secure,
just looking at her face,
no one dares to touch her.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
