Boy B

Shattered porcelain on the floor.
A symbol of The Doll's return.
Brown eyes glazed like crystal,
They meet with a somber hazel soul.

A doll as broken as the boy who holds her.
He stand amazed as she locks her soul away.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this when I first started going out with my boyfriend of nearly three years. He was so eager to figure me out, but I never wanted to give him the chance. Look at us now :)