The Doll
The doll and its smile,
And it's immobile hands and heart.
Found its owner one day,
And that's when the love had a start.
Day after day, night after night,
Love was given from Allie, just a five-year old girl.
And day after day, night after night,
The doll kept smiling and felt loved in this world.
Allie was beautiful and happy.
She had everything anyone could need.
And so, the doll hung onto the girl.
Smiling and smiling as its heart finally began to bleed.
The heart finally began to reveal itself,
The doll was revived.
The heart finally began to pump blood,
The doll has survived.
And the day the doll began to move,
Allie was astonished and glad.
As the day the doll began to speak and love,
There was simply no more mad or sad.
The world found out,
The parents were filled with joy.
To see reporters come to Allie's house,
And report on the new toy.
The toy who could now speak and move,
And talk and love and hug and smile.
Allie was happy,
Yet only for a while.
"Dinner's ready,"
The mother would say to the doll.
"This is delicious!"
Allie said--yet only to the walls.
The doll began to grow and talk,
It could now sing and play.
It learned how to type,
It was learning every day.
The doll grew new hair and new beautiful skin,
The doll's eyes grew real.
As Allie grew sadder and darker,
Feeling her heart begin to seal.
And so, Allie grew short and vanquished--
Into the dark and lonely room.
Where she finally let out her last breathe,
And accepted her doom.
And as Allie's parents and friends smiled at her creation,
Allie simply grew more small and small.
Until finally, one day, Allie's creation walked in,
And found Allie as a doll.
The Doll
The doll and its smile,
And it's immobile hands and heart.
Found its owner one day,
And that's when the love had a start.
Day after day, night after night,
Love was given from Allie, just a five-year old girl.
And day after day, night after night,
The doll kept smiling and felt loved in this world.
Allie was beautiful and happy.
She had everything anyone could need.
And so, the doll hung onto the girl.
Smiling and smiling as its heart finally began to bleed.
The heart finally began to reveal itself,
The doll was revived.
The heart finally began to pump blood,
The doll has survived.
And the day the doll began to move,
Allie was astonished and glad.
As the day the doll began to speak and love,
There was simply no more mad or sad.
The world found out,
The parents were filled with joy.
To see reporters come to Allie's house,
And report on the new toy.
The toy who could now speak and move,
And talk and love and hug and smile.
Allie was happy,
Yet only for a while.
"Dinner's ready,"
The mother would say to the doll.
"This is delicious!"
Allie said--yet only to the walls.
The doll began to grow and talk,
It could now sing and play.
It learned how to type,
It was learning every day.
The doll grew new hair and new beautiful skin,
The doll's eyes grew real.
As Allie grew sadder and darker,
Feeling her heart begin to seal.
And so, Allie grew short and vanquished--
Into the dark and lonely room.
Where she finally let out her last breathe,
And accepted her doom.
And as Allie's parents and friends smiled at her creation,
Allie simply grew more small and small.
Until finally, one day, Allie's creation walked in,
And found Allie as a doll.
The Doll
