MonsterBunnii

What if Barbie looked at Ken, And asked him, "Do you think I'm thin? Am I pretty enough for you? Or do you think of others, too?" Ken would say, "Of course not, dear." His plastic smile from ear to ear. "You are indeed my only doll, We're made for eachother, don't you recall?" "But, Ken, I don't like what I see, In the reflection that stares at me. I see that my hair is going grey, I'm growing old and fading away." "My plastic is brittle, my limbs are weak. Surely there's another girl you seek? Another dolls' lips you'd like to smash? I'm sure I belong deep down in the trash." Though Ken consoles, it doesn't help. Barbie fal

I'm on my hands, I'm on my knees. You've got me begging, Begging, please. Please don't go; Don't leave me here. Just hold me close, Don't hold her near. You were my life; My world; My spark. Now on my heart You've left a mark. It's a large mark; A break, you see, That's slowly dominating All of me. So now you walk; You walk away. Not knowing that I will die today.