my body, like a porcelain doll, sits here delicately fragile to the core of my soul, i wait to be picked up, you look but you never touch the fear you harbor is just too much maybe your hands are too dirty to hold me or are you afraid to touch such a doll maybe you might make me shatter below you maybe you don't even want me at all but just because i seem so clean doesn't mean i dont deserve to be seen so many years i've been waiting here all by myself so many times i've wondered why you wont take me off this shelf what's the matter, babe? what's the fuss? what's the hold up, i'm collecting dust maybe i don't deserve to be happy maybe i'm just too good to be true maybe you were just right all along maybe i was too good for you
Reason for writing:
some silly boy
Birth sign: Gemini
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