poem #2
Music box
Open my box
And I will dance
A pre-made waltz
Faking my nature
I am nothing but a doll
Spinning and smiling
To a soft tune
But when you go away
I fade into the dark
Why am I alive?
My small porcelain heart
Is breaking
As you forget about me
And move on to play with a shiny new toy
I was told that I was made to shine
But maybe I was never worth anything at all
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