Toy
Much, much, and
really too much
Later:
'Twas oh dear, oh poor dear,
so sad so much
a sad too bad
She never figured it out...
For him
but a toy was she,
nothing
but a pretty toy.
No matter if she broke
for, after all,
she was but a toy...
He could always
buy another.
Which, of course,
he did.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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