Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll under her arm,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
Can a dream shield her from more harm?
A fragile doll for fragile play
In the hands of a fragile girl,
A broken dream to rot away,
Among her bows and curls
She’s reached out towards the stars,
But the doll falls to the ground,
She’s reached out much too far,
A cry out, an empty sound.
She picks up the pieces of her doll,
The broken remnants of a smile,
She could have prevented the fatal fall,
But she failed the fateful trial.
Together again, but no longer decor,
Scars line where it has broken,
Unmendable but whole once more,
A painful memory, her token.
Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll inside her arms,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
And a dream that did its harm.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll under her arm,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
Can a dream shield her from more harm?
A fragile doll for fragile play
In the hands of a fragile girl,
A broken dream to rot away,
Among her bows and curls
She’s reached out towards the stars,
But the doll falls to the ground,
She’s reached out much too far,
A cry out, an empty sound.
She picks up the pieces of her doll,
The broken remnants of a smile,
She could have prevented the fatal fall,
But she failed the fateful trial.
Together again, but no longer decor,
Scars line where it has broken,
Unmendable but whole once more,
A painful memory, her token.
Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll inside her arms,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
And a dream that did its harm.
