China Doll

One in a millon

stars in the sky

will burst and scatter like dust.

While I blister rust

the beauty in me

seems to be

fading like a star

Oh so far.

Though I look

Im an open book

lines go on

like a song hundred pages long.

Their highs and lows

their fasts and slows.

I stay at the edge of the cliff

As if,

Something is waiting for me

My porcelain legs

Dangle and kick

The brass trunk that makes me sick

My blue dress faded

My hair saraded 

My face cracked and broken

One hole is a size of a tolken.

Beauty was my friend but left

Kindness departed 

Rosy thrown out

And tossed about.

All alone 

In a dark empty room

 Grey and gloom

Endless rain

Leaves a stain

Remembering my pain.

Who will hold me now?

Call me theirs

Lifting my despaire.

My wish to be held

Once more

By a child I adore.

Picture http://www.deviantart.com/art/China-Doll-273701518