Porcelain Doll

Sitting in the corner
with a white cracked face
collecting dust, as the years pass
in her decorated glass case

abandoned many years ago
the porcelain doll still stays
sitting alone in the dark
until it's again time to play

pull her stings
and hear her talk
stand her up on her feet
and watch her walk

her blond hair fading
her painted face, chipped and cracked
but she still cant wait
until her friend comes back

but her friends changed
and so has the world
she grew up to fast
and chose the knife over her

so the porcelain doll sits there
as the dust particles again start to stack
she's still sitting there waiting
for someone who'll never come back