A precious, pretty pink doll 

Made so carefully with love and joy 

Her laughter bounced off the wall, it filled the hall 

All for a lovely, broken boy 

But the boy made more dolls, big and small 

The doll felt all these emotions, wooshing through her mind, wanting to spend more time with him 

But as the boy got older, he grew apart from the doll, thickening the wall 

With his schedule filled to the brim, as the flickering lights became dim 

The boy became more engrossed in his studies 

One day, he saw a beautiful flower bloom in his life 

After some time, they became study buddies 

While his newfound love bloomed, the doll watched her; her gaze grew as sharp as a rose’s thorn 

The doll grew more envious the more she spent with him 

However, the girl never knew that she had opened Pandora's Box 

The doll danced in the shadows as she got farther away from him, and soon she was consumed by sin 

She sneaked around the house, grabbing a rose, its petals were sharp as a knife; however, the time was ticking away on the clock 

The doll, so scared to lose the one thing she really loved 

She held the rose so hard that if she were human, she would’ve bled 

“Oh, Oh my dear love, why are you engrossed with the one you call your beloved?” 

And soon the shiny gemstone came into place, and then the realization sent her into a swirl of dread 

Her shadow danced around the house at night 

The doll danced her last lovely dance before she entered their room 

She attacked her, not really expecting a fight 

She was pulled off of her, she kicked and fought back, but nothing would prepare an angel like her to fall to her doom