The Glass Doll

I'm his glass doll,

He picks me up slowly

and loves me with everything.

He treats me with care

and holds me tight.

But

When I drops

and shatter into pieces,

He takes time

to put me back together,

piece by piece

until I'm healed....cause I'm his doll.

 

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