The Glass Doll

April 17, 2015

I'm his glass doll,

He picks me up slowly

and loves me with everything.

He treats me with care

and holds me tight.

But

When I drops

and shatter into pieces,

He takes time

to put me back together,

piece by piece

until I'm healed....cause I'm his doll.

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