Doll Girl

The girl made of bits

From her toes to her tits

With her second hand wits to her sewn on mitts.

A cross stitch of parts and patchwork of hearts.

She longed for a love to keep her together.

A boy of sorts that will want her forever.

Where could she find a man who was knitted?

Some handsome gent freshly outfitted.

Would he reject her and make her feel small?

Or be a knight and protect her, make her seem ten feet tall.

But these thoughts were too bold, and her dreams grew old.

She couldn’t take the pain of falling apart.

The threads unravelling wearily on her heart.

The wear of her emotions taking its toll.

So she stayed alone as a broken doll.