you can undress me,
you can curl my hair,
and dress me up again.
you can make me an orphan,
or apart of a family,
i can ride horses,
or be your best your friend.
as you grow up,
you'll forget about me.
you'll find my creepy one night...
as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
you can disassemble me piece by piece,
or throw me in a gutter
but in the end,
i'm in your memory,
a part of your past,
apart of a moment in time,
i am your doll.
porcelain and breakable,
but very rememberable.