She

She, sits, waiting, patiently
She sat down waiting for me

But she’s just a figure in my head
And she is a flower blooming
Just like a toyshop manikin
She’s limp on the ground

She sits still on my couch
I scold her for her slouch
In my attempts at love
She falls off to the rug

But I’m always peering in her mind
Just like a child she follows behind
I think of waiting around for awhile
But she’s silent more than not
And I wish she could talk
I wonder how long its been
Since she left her body here