Porcelain

*I'm having a doll fascination lately*

A porcelain doll sits alone on the shelf
so pretty and so cold
Her bright blue eyes are empty and vast
craving a hand to hold

Every on her is breath taking perfection
from her head to her toes
But no stranger will ever dare touch
she's only meant for show

Dust gathers on her sad little face
as another day goes by
The lights turn off and everyone leaves
and the porcelain starts to cry