porcelain

I am nothing but a porcelain doll I sit on my shelf waiting just waiting to be picked up and played with again loved again love me again please my fragile face is cracking and dusted I've been waiting here so long I fear I'm too afraid to ask you to play with me don't leave me to be covered in dust my face cracking the threads of my dress withering away you were my friend, no? so why didn't you stay?