Thursday, January 26, 2012
The pretty doll with amazing white dress, like a princess. They wrapped her in a beautiful transparant box and put it in etalase. Until someone owned her, played with her. She was a puppet to her owner. She was pulled and twisted to play out her owner's dreams until her owner got bored with her.She was no longer loved. And now there she is, sitting on the high bookshelf, covered by dust and cobweb. Like a rag doll they didn't desire. Had no use for. But one thing hadn't change, she kept that pretty smile on her face.
Doodled by Emmagination at 4:18 PM