discontinued doll

Like an old weary discontinued doll

She breathed all her music to her last breath

and now she is thrown down the dark rabbit hole

no one wants her, there is no one left.

Tears streaming down those glossy plastic eyes

her dreams deflated like an old balloon

times bumps and bruises can not be disguised 

as her heart drifts further from the blue moon.

The truth radiates through these broken parts

a truth that cannot be written or said

a truth that has been there right from the start

whispering quietly inside her head.

They say it’s better to have loved and lost

so cherish the moments before they are tossed.