So fragile is she,
The girl made of porcelain;
With every giant step
Towards something...
No, Someone new,
She breaks.
Allowing them to gather the pieces
And glue them back together.

She sits idly on the shelf,
watching the world pass.
Forever a treasure
No one wants to buy
And I have not the money,
Though I walk the aisles everyday
Eyeing the statue I long to set up
On the bedside table of my room.