Lonely Doll

Sitting on a high shelf.

In between each of your forgotten

Memories.

My eyes won’t stop crying,

And no one can remember their name.

 

[Will I soon be forgotten as well?]

 

Because it has been eight days

Since I have seen your face…

and the dust

is

beginning

to

layer.

I’m beginning to become covered.

Smothered.

But I am real, aren’t I. Real.

How is it possible that you have

Cut my strings?

 

[Did I ever exist to you?]

 

I hear the popping

Of these seems.

Tearing.

and this painted smile of mine,

is beginning to fade

[Please, whisper my name?]

 

What did I do?

To deserve such a punishment.

Abandonment.

Banned to a riddle

I wish that you could solve

<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: "MS Sans Serif";”>[But I bet you have already forgotten those days…]

 

I have mouse hair,

Golden eyes.        

My dress is torn

I know of your lies.

I know that I’ve cried

Because my eyes are wet.

You thought that I died.

But here I sit…

 

[Tell me. Who Am I?]