There’s a tiny closet, jam packed from floor to ceiling, with assorted boxes of every sizes, haphazardly stacked, precariously standing, that’ll topple at a touch.
Inside a hat box, lives a doll, forever waiting for prince charming, he hasn’t been there, he’s unaware of it, would anyone know, a doll that needs rescuing?
She often dreams of the day, of seeing her prince, to be set free, to live amongst the living, no more feeling lonely, with her knight by her side, the path seems bright, everything sparkles, even the rain feels right.
The doll continues to dream, she’s full of hope, but life carries a different story, one that it doesn’t show.
Inside a hat box lives a doll, she’s been there for years, a disfigured face with a beautiful soul, her body’s broken but her heart’s full of hope, no bitterness, no regret, not an ounce of hatred for the person who broke her.