A beautiful porcelain doll
Quite and sweet
A child’s toy
Held, played, spun, thrown, squeezed
Loved
Does this love compare to the friendship of the child next door?
Why of course not
For in 10 years time the friend is kept and the doll is tossed
The silly friend next door
Funny and loud
A forever companion
Inside jokes, long conversations, adventures
A growing love
Does the doll grieve its child?
Was it ever truly loved?
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes you think you’re loved, but you’re only filling an empty space that’s meant for someone better.
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