azure climes and starry skies
radiant brow and moonlit eyes
dresden china softly smiles
porcelain facade, so like a child 

a woman lies beneath the glass
of warmest flesh and feeling has
and yet for all i walk this path
my heart is dormant, lot is cast 

i sit upon a shelf and shine
dust me weekly, look so fine
handle careful, uncracked through time
look upon me, see no lines 

a little thing upon a shelf
treasured and forgotten self
too fine for playing, too cold to touch
too fake for loving, i dont mean much 

yet for all these things i know
a porcelain doll, conceals the glow
a woman's heart, tossed away
it's hard to feel too much today 

a careless touch, a shaking hand
and on the floor i find i land
splintered and cracked beyond compare
my heart is scattered everywhere 

yet matters not, that i am spilt
upon the hardwood floor
my glassy eyes stare unseeingly
and i am no more