Through the eyes of innocence

In the corner
she lies, silent before me.
Her cries howling through the window

From the only thing you're ever told her;
She means nothing to you.

So silent in the corner,
We sit as she cries,
reaching for my tattered being,
Like the newborn searching for their mother.
She waits for the sparkling wings
Of the stories she holds dear.

As the crimson slowly dies
Giving way to the dark night
She leaves me in the corner
To watch from my stitched button eye,
As she gathers her skipping rope
Taking her final jump.