A toy on a shelf
Nothing cool or new or shiny
She sits silently eyes focused
If you look hard you might find her beautiful
But not special enough to pick up
On the outside she looks fine
No cracks or scratches on her porcelain
No one even noticed she's broken
Her purpose lost
The doll was never meant to sit silent on a shelf
She used to sing a melody
Calm and sweet
Eyes still focused but with a shine
And her song was unique and it was hers
Her voice would fill up the empty room
But now she doesn't sing
Time has filled her cords with dust
She can hardly remember the melody
Her melody
Her purpose
I don't know if she'll ever sing again
But he picked her up one day
Wiped the dust from her glass face
And her focused dull eyes saw a smile
And she didn't sing
She couldn't
But she hummed something
Not her melody
Not yet
But it was a start
Idk if she'll ever find her melody and sing her song
But maybe she can find another song
Another reason to sing
Maybe