Broken

Broken

The room was so big,
And I felt so small
You lifted me out,
And made me feel tall.
It was the beginning of a beautiful love;
A love that grew
A love that bloomed,
In other words, a love that was.
That was?

Beautiful when I fell off my chair
In front of my friends.
You picked mw up
Then brushed me off
Before placing me back, delicately
And continuing on with our tea party.
Until one day I broke my neck
Then it was ruined.
It was?

As I lay in the bin
I remember the day,
When you bought me in a packet
From that dreary shop.
The joy in your eyes,
When all that persuasion paid off.
I was your new porcelain doll.
I was your favourite.
I was.
I was?