Author: suicide-greeting PM
she felt like a china doll on display. never feeling that good, never loving. small, very small songfic to 'together'Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 233 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-07-04 - id: 1898147
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She didn't know why she felt like this she just did. She knows it wasn't working, but it could work. Right? Eventually?
When I'm alone I
Feel so much better
And when I'm around you
I don't feel
It doesn't feel right at all
Together we built a wall
Holding hands we'll fall
Hands we'll fall
She always felt a step behind, a little rejected. She felt like a china doll, on display but not to touch. If you touch that doll she might break. Her eyes might break. She might lose her innocence. And we can't have that...oh no...not even if it was never there...we just can't have that. But over the years the dust grows, covering the once beautiful doll but what does it matter .The doll cant cry, cant feel, cos she's not real...she not real.
Anymore. She needs to get away, get off the shelf because she's not that fragile.
she always felt better when no one else was there. she didn't feel appreicated when she was with him. how could she? she couldn't be there anymore. scenery...she wouldn't be his china doll anymore.She needs to be alone. It works best when your alone...all alone.