A doll from you past ...
Sitting deep in the corner of your shelf.
Aligned in a way to greet the passing strangers,
Blurred halos moving side to side.
Surrounded by overfilled baggage,immaturity,insecurities...
self worth ,emotions , trust issues and time.
Just sitting there ,always present ,collecting dust
Waiting...
Some days when your free, you play with her ,enchant and mesmesmerise.
Enveloping her in the dreams of want and desire .
Other days not a single gaze is bestowed on her,while she collects dust around her.
As you manipulate her ,torment her .
how terrible it must seem...
YOU ARE READING
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
