A Broken Toy
Broken toy
A broken toy
Is all I am.
Nothing is perfect on me,
My body shape is to wide,
My smile is to crooked,
My hair is to short,
My legs have to much muscle,
My arms are to small.
Misshapen wings
Lie on my back
For the other men to rip,
As they did to my heart.
My halo has fallen of,
I sit and watch all of these beautiful women
Float with such passion,
But I am stuck here
In a world possessed by beauty.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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