Fan Fiction ❯ Poems ❯ Poor, Poor Polly ( Chapter 2 )

When I first received you,

You were so pretty and new.

Your hair was soft and long,

Falling to your shoulders, curling at the ends.

Your face was so perfect,

Your cheeks red and eyes so blue.

A small smile was frozen on your face.

You had two porcelain hands and legs.

The rest of your body was soft,

So to be unbreakable, and easy to hug.

But then it happened.

I broke your left leg.

Easily fixed, though, it didn't matter then.

But more breaks followed,

And the pieces of your legs

Are in my dresser drawer,

Smashed so many times, we can't fix it.

Your hair was so pretty,

So, one day, I decided to wash it,

And brush I to make it prettier.

But it didn't work.

Your hair became frizzy and tangled,

And no matter how may times I tried to brush it,

It'll never be the same silky hair.

Then came the worst break,

When you fell off my desk.

Your head was smashed,

You were falling apart.

We glued the pieces back together,

But the cracks still remain.

Your dress is the only thing

That is still the same.

No stains, no tears, it's still perfect.

Your cheeks are smudged, but your lips are still red.

Your smile is still there,

You're only a doll,

But you were modeled after me

When I was younger.

So I still love you,

And always will.

My poor, poor Polly.

A/N: Yes, I have an actual doll named Polly who looks like this. She's "well-loved," at least that's what my mom says. I wrote this because I felt my style was becoming too redundant, with talk of death in each and every one of my poems.

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