As the sun dips down below the horizon the city, and the moon is cast out,
A beautiful porcelain doll stays ticked in bed with the child,
The soft golden curls fall perfectly on the pillow, and the pale moonlight pours into the room,
The doll seems to shine, a smile on her face as she closes her eyes, as she feels at peace,
The little girl's parents decide to move to a new house on the more happier place, for tis a sad time for them,
The doll awaits for the touch of soft hands to wrap around her waist and carry her towards the next destination,
But as she waits...and waits...and waits...no one ever comes anymore...
She watched as her once beautiful home, crumbled and she shattered from the sad betrayal,
She shall forever wait for her owner, always casting her sad blue gaze around once more...
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beautifully broken
HorrorI hope that whom ever reads this story, will like it. please comment and vote, these are beautiful short stories and poems in free verse. i can never know what pain you guys went through, and neither can you feel my pain, but i hope to comfort you a...
