Pocelain Girl

Easily broken heart, at a moment her life falls apart. She wishes for things more tangible.
But she cant feel. Her hands white as snow. Red ribbon chokes her throught.
After years shes dusted and broken. She wishes to be painted and shine. I solated from the worlds stage. Loss of attention comes with age.
One day the painted porcelain girl fell, alone in a dark room.
Her heart shattered once again before her love bloomed.
Now all thats left is a little cloth dress.
Her violent fall broke the rooms silent lonelyness.