A broken doll lies forsaken
on a dirty sidewalk
Her porcelain smile soft
and wistful
Her painted eyes still
sparkling with life
Belying the cracks
and rents in her broken body
Abandoned and unloved
she lies exposed
to the elements
Unnoticed by the busy
bustling feet
of passersby
They are intent on their own worlds
Discarded
she waits in vain
For the once-cherisher
who will cherish her
No more.
on a dirty sidewalk
Her porcelain smile soft
and wistful
Her painted eyes still
sparkling with life
Belying the cracks
and rents in her broken body
Abandoned and unloved
she lies exposed
to the elements
Unnoticed by the busy
bustling feet
of passersby
They are intent on their own worlds
Discarded
she waits in vain
For the once-cherisher
who will cherish her
No more.
oh wow...this one touched me deeply, Laura...how many of us have not felt like that doll? I have many, many times....I can visualize it so well, too!
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