MANNEQUIN

That nostalgic feels storming in,
aiming heart-shaped organ,
again with no mercy.

I fall apart again,
shattered around on the joy floor I made,
Thought I was "healed",
until I feel it again.

Broken just like a glass,
shatterred just like a mannequin,
which no one bother to clean up,
no one but the "staff".

Countless teardrops,
just to be told I got so much emotions,
It's getting cold,
I might break again.