Thursday, June 29, 2017


Little rag doll with broken strings
Sitting while a sad tone he sings
Watching as the days pass quickly
And fate mocked him without mercy
Countless lips smiled because of him
Before getting tossed in a whim
Many a time his name is called
By someone who is hurt and cold
Fed with lies and vain promises
His love for her was a distress
From dusk 'till dawn he cheered her up
While his peers told him to give up
A fellow doll then said to him
"You're just flying in a bad dream"
Next day passed, then another week
He's still trying not to look weak
But when her need for him is gone
Read this piece again from line one


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