Saturday, November 9, 2013

I'm Your Toy

Dear, You are my priority
In contrast, I am your option
Without you it is misery
like a sad ending in a fiction

You come first, I come last
A toy you play night and day
A temporary to remind your past
Choose me not at the end of the day

You hurt me, stab right into my heart
Leave me not as you still want to play
My  lonely heart is torn, and ripped apart
You just smile, content and go away

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