A porcelain doll
Shattered to pieces
Face is all smashed
Life, now it ceases
A silent tear
Runs from the eye
Quietly saddened
Starting to cry
The heart works the same
When it's denied
The feeling of love
The feeling of pride
The denial of love
Digs out a hole
Buries in deep
Empties the soul
Deep down inside
The heart sheds a tear
Knowing the fact
That you'll never be near
November 19, 1996
Sara R. Barthol
