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Broken Toy

Dark sky overhead Never seemed to leave her alone Everything chilled to the bone She wore those grey sky eyes Kneeling down in the sand While catching teardrops in her hand Her sould cried... Rain poured down into her heart Happiness did depart Oh how she longed... To live a life of joy Instead she was the broken toy The outcast Who was pushed around The one who made no sound But who's soul cried.. And who's heart screamed... And oh she dreamed! To live happily But instead she laid in wet sand And caught teardops in her hand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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