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Not A Toy
Contributed by
Nevilleconnie
on
Sunday, 16th May 2010 @ 11:51:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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My heart is halve beating. My lungs fight for air.
I wipe away gently, the trace of my tears.
I thought you an angel from way up above.
I thought you would give me an ounce of your love.
I thought you would love me for all that I am.
I thought at the least we could still remain friends.
Now that you’ve hurt me, I see the real you.
Nothing you’ve told me has proved to be truth.
Thrown in your closet, you threw me aside.
Just like a toy that you no longer like.
Maybe your blind though, so let me explain.
I’m not just some toy that could be thrown away.
I’m not made of plastic. I’ve feelings inside.
Think how you’d feel if I told you a lie.
Maybe your heartless, and you wouldn’t care.
But I have a heart. Thanks to you, now it’s scared.
It quivers in fear, of the chances of trust.
Should it believe, or just turn fast and run?
It might take some time, but my heart will soon trust.
Though it is scarred, it will still search for love.
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Nevilleconnie
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2010-05-16 11:51:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Not A Toy
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fuzzy on
Sunday, 16th May 2010 @ 12:06:09 PM AEST (User
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So much emotion,pain really captured the feeling
in many ways on a personal note, this sometime ago
is like a mirror of my thoughts.
very well written
Take care
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Re: Not A Toy
(User Rating: 1 ) by doyler94 on
Thursday, 20th May 2010 @ 06:20:18 AM AEST (User
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That was an amazing read.
I love the words you use to ryhme you can tell they weren't just thrown on a page.
I also loved the emphasis this poem has
Great job |
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