A horribly written free verse poem >.>

She lies in ruins

as a porcelain doll

who was shattered by your hate.

Pieces lay scattered upon the floor

and crunch beneath your feet.

This was the only way to be with you she said

her wish was mad

the die was cast

then perfection she became.

Dolls of porcelain

are beautiful to see

this we know to be true.

This girl that wished herself a doll

relayed only two words in death:

“….for you….”

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