Toying around
The Toy
Like a toy that lost its favour
I lie battered and bruised hidden in a corner
I wish that he would take notice of me
Pick me up and play like how it used to be.
I don't know when and can't remember how
I made him so mad he hates me now
He'd twist my arms and throw me around
Still I'd let him play without making a sound
Yes there were times I wished I was left alone
But then I'll miss the boy who brought me home
So at night I pray that someday he'll see
That I'll still love him for whatever he's done to me
Like a toy that lost its favour
I lie battered and bruised hidden in a corner
I wish that he would take notice of me
Pick me up and play like how it used to be.
I don't know when and can't remember how
I made him so mad he hates me now
He'd twist my arms and throw me around
Still I'd let him play without making a sound
Yes there were times I wished I was left alone
But then I'll miss the boy who brought me home
So at night I pray that someday he'll see
That I'll still love him for whatever he's done to me
posted by Me at 6:49 pm
3 Comments:
To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.
(Madonna)
Be brave toy!
Only in moments of darkness, do we see the true colours of men. Be it courage, honour, fortitude and strength from the bravest of them. Or cowardice, selfishness and lies from those who pretend to be brave.
May you see the true colours of men in your recent darkest hours. For the worst of men, are those who reveal their ugliness when all is lost. I believe you have seen it...
Well said ! Spoken like an experienced old man who plys the trade
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