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
