The Doll

There once was a doll Bruised and battered Slanted on a wall Like it never mattered. The doll once mattered When the girl was small And her dreams weren't shattered As she was yet to fall. She fell along with her doll Embraced it until her pieces were shattered All the doll could do was bawl And the girl picked her pieces and plastered. Every step the girl took clattered Disoriented were her pieces from the fall Memories forgotten like they never mattered And long forgotten was the doll. But today the girl picked up the doll, Apologized with tears, her voice quivered When she held the doll close as her body lost her soul Now they swayed together like their story never mattered.