I miss writing poetry...
here's a new one I made...

The Forgotten Doll

You used to hold me,
cradled me.
never left without me.
You danced with me,
brushed my hair
look into my clear brown eyes.
dressed me nice.
Showed me off your friends.
held me, until you fell deep sleep.

Now I sit alone in a shelf.
Dirty and dusty.
my hair disheveled.
my eyes kept closed.
dresses that were white are ashen gray.
you had new toys to play with.
I would watch in pathetic envy.
As you give them the same care I had then.
and I would still Longingly wait for you to come play with me.