I am a porcelain doll
But what they don't know
Won't hurt them at all
You see I come to life
Often quite a lot
But they never ever know
It would ruine my plot
I've had many owners
Through out my many years
All have needed me some way
All have treated me well
But then I met someone
Who wasn't a little girl
Yet a woman who collected dolls
And to her I was a good deal
Adults are so complicated
Sad, time and time again
But it was when she met him
I never wanted Adults again
That man made her cry
And for some reason I did too
And when he took her as his bride
To the trash I was moved
So as I sit here on this floor
Holding my shattered heart
I'm reminded never to part
With childrens loving arms
Because children love you
Through and through
And everything you hear is true
They keep you til they don't need you
And then it's time for someone new
How I do adore my children
They never leave me sad and blue
Author notes
4) A living porcelain doll is sitting on the floor crying while attempting to put her shattered heart back together.
A contest entry
- Something to Inspire by A-muse-in-writer.
1175 points, ended February 12, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Aww hun this is so adorable! I LOVE THIS!!! 'Tis a masterpiece!!!
♥ Kathraina
["Often quite a lot" feels awkward. Kind of...redundant, maybe?]
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Wow
Excellent write here, a beautiful addition to my contest. Love the journey you made from this prompt. Emotion filled and excellent. Seventh line should be 'ruin'
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