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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