Porcelain Doll

broken, the porcelain doll is laying tossed aside, used and shattered. her once fair perfect porcelain skin now cracked and crimson stained her sparkling glass eyes reflecting a pool of past memories escaped falling crystal tears painfully carving, all innocence was long ago stolen, as they dry upon this broken face. painted smile fading, closed red lips tightly sealing in many dark secrets forever etched upon her fragile heart. ghostly whispers quietly echoing, as a haunting lullaby is faintly heard inside this damaged porcelain doll as a beautiful ghost crying, rises taking the hand of the silenced doll, mourning a lost life too early ended standing by her grave, heart breaking, the ghost sadly lets wilted flowers fall.