Tuesday, October 14, 2014

New Poem: Old Toys

I'm sick. This was just for venting. Being single sucks.

What's worse than being single, the amount of hate you have towards the other party. Call it jealously. Anyways, not much effort put onto this. Thinking about what to do for November.



Used Toy.

I once had a…
Porcelain doll with a painted on smile,
with a dead-eye stare so vile.
She wore misery as a crown,
and only happy when she frowned. 

A toxic toy for a boy to play with,
he spent all of his time playing with her,
playing games of dress up, no other toy he prefer.
He lost all of his friends, one by one until there was none.
He didn’t know this until he was done. 

Tired of the toy, they can only do so much,
he put her in an old box after lunch.
Ran downstairs looking for friends to play,
but there wasn’t anyone over today.
Ran upstairs, to the toy box, open he lid,
his old toy must’ve hid. He couldn’t find it,
checked the bed, and under the rug,
looked out the window and spotted her,
with a new kid.

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