A sweet little girl won’t give her favorite doll away
Because it’s the one who beside her will stay
It’s the only one who secures her when in pain
A friend who’s always with her until the end of the day

The little girl and her beloved only doll
Is like me and you, my dearest pal
Because without you by my side is like a cream without ice
And just like a jelly that is in two is sliced

You’re the missing piece in my life’s puzzle
Without you my life would be hassle
It’s pretty obvious that I’m not complete without that missing piece
I’ll do anything to take it back to its right place

But since you’re miles away from me now
I only have the hopes to have a glimpse of you one time
I’m really looking forward find my favorite doll since then
Can’t wait to hug you tight and see you smile once again.

© Quenniebells

I know you think about me on the way home
I know you think I want to be alone
I'm accustomed to calling on the phone
I'm accustomed to making it on my own
But I've dreamt of places you've roamed
I see the same passionate soul
You've romanced me in your loving tone
Your fiery moan, your satisfying groan,
And with it a price, mortality a loan
So my eyes I have sewn,
To my porcelain skin and my doll-like bones,
My true light has shone-
China Doll, a title for the throne.
I can be yours if only you would know, Just know if you break me you can never let me go.

I have lost a broken doll
who is their to here this broken little thing call out
you came and yes, yes I am afraid
broken little doll will never be the same

No idea
You have no idea this glass princess is shattering
This paper doll is tearing up
She lies in a pool
Of her own suffering
The wounds in her head will never
Heal
She's ice cracking
A rag doll splitting at the seams
You lost her when you stopped noticing
The amount of times she put herself back together
For you
So you could admire her porcelain skin
And glass eyes
Instead you strung her up and struck her heart
With pins
Until the doll became a broken toy
A once beautiful handcrafted love
Used as a blow up *******
And a pretty thing to show off
For your own twisted pleasure
Discarded
She lies in wait
For help
To pick up the pieces
Of her own body
Everything she gave to you
She's ******* now
A bundle of broken shards and rags
Weeping...
Don't hurt me
*No more

take me and break me
a ragged doll
my porcelain skin cracked open and your shadows creeped in
i try to hold myself together
but it's hard when someone else holds the strings
        how do you do it?
i am full of holes
you spill out of me like blood from an open wound
        how could you do it?
you made me into nothing
i am still in awe
still curious
am i your muse or your monster?

I'm being ripped at the seams, slowly shredded into a fine paper doll,
then crucified,
nailed to the peeling yellow walls with a push pin,
creased,
stained,
mocked,
graffitied,
ignored,
buried beneath a galaxy of poor paper martyrs,
then finally crumbled - -
and as I fold in on myself,
as I twist, contort, break, shatter, transform,
undergo a tragic metamorphosis,
I begin to feel alive again.

The traditional Christmas Windows of Wonder
Were set to be unveiled at five
This meant to the children and parents
That Santa was set to arrive

Each year on the eve of the annual parade
All the stores in downtown did display
their annual Windows of Wonder
And the town was abuzz all the day

Children staring, windows frosting
Their mouths open wide like their eyes
Christmas was captured in an 8 by 10 box
With gifts piled up to the skies

Christmas presents of every sort
Trees and tinsel, lights and *****
Children staring, frozen stiff
Christmas wishes behind plate glass walls

Parents and children watched the parade
Waiting for Santa to come
In between all the floats, there were still the displays
As the children who all stood there numb

Toys and mechanics, robots and dolls
Trains and race cars on tracks
The children all stared and they dreamed of just how
Santa would get all these gifts in his sack

In the midst of the crowd was a blonde, little girl
A good breeze could just blow her away
She'd been hovering there, looking at one small doll
And she'd been there for most of the day

The parade, it passed by, but she never did look
she knew Santa was not here for her
There was only one thing that had captured her heart
And that was the doll, that's for sure

The other kids looked, made their lists in their heads
Ready to tell Santa their list
but, this little girl stood alone from the crowd
She was cold and her cheeks were ice kissed

The parade ended late, and Santa went in
took his chair and he met with the throng
But, this girl stood aside, never moving on up
And the Santa, knew something was wrong

He called her by name, which gave her quite a start
She was scared, but she moved at his call
She sat on his lap, and he reached down behind
And he gave the small girl the small doll

Her face lit the room, more than any display
She said "Santa, just how did you know?"
He said, "Sarah, my dear, it's as plain as can be"
"It's as easy as making it snow"

He put her back down, clutching her doll to her chest
And she walked to the front of the store
but, before she went out, she turned back to say thanks
And where he was, there was Santa no more

Is it magic to think that this Santa was real?
Or did this man know just what he should do?
He made Sarah's Christmas, by giving that doll
And I'm sure he made many more too

The Children of Christmas stare wide eyed all day
Dreaming hard of when Santa will call
But,, off in the corner of the chlly, young crowd
Stands a girl, with her new Christmas doll