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Rated: E · Other · Romance/Love · #1883557
I wrote this when I realized that the one I craved so much to be with, didn't want me back
I’m a lonely dolly,
with stitches for a smile.
I sit in my rocking chair,
waiting for a while.

I’m an old and tattered toy,
torn and unattractive.
I was always there for you,
but I seem to have been forgotten.

I crave to be in your arms,
held tight against your chest.
I want a turn to play,
to be loved again.

But all I’ll ever be
is an old dirty dolly,
and hopefully…
A fond memory.

I dream of days
where we danced,
and we played,
and had our fair share of tea parties

But today I’m ignored,
slumped across the floor,
where I had fallen
months, and months before.

I’m an old dirty dolly,
with stitches for a smile.
I lay upon your floor,
waiting for a long, long while.
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