Broken dolly......you are worn. You are tattered. You are old.
Passed through open arms. Squeezed so tightly your seams were sure to bust.
But now you lie on the floor.
Broken dolly. Broken dolly.
How I cry for you.
Broken dolly. Broken dolly.
How I mourn for you.
Troubled dolly. Troubled dolly.
How fragile you seem.
Sorrowed dolly. Sorrowed dolly.
How your porcelain face has shed so many regretful tears.
You were once happy and free. Ribbons in your golden hair. Stars in your blue eyed stare.
Now you are bent and broken. Under the bed you haven't spoken.
Broken dolly. Broken dolly.
Some day we will play.
Some day I will hug you again and everything will be okay.
Tags: Poetry Poem Sadness Depression
