The price you paid for me was small.
You were looking for a plaything:
Sweet, kind, perfect for your tasting.
I was the only one for you from Lonely Mall.
Was it I who found you? A fact I can't recall.
You played me, like no time to be wasting
And when you were done, I was kept waiting
You shut me out like a crime and said, "wait for the call."
My plastic heart still fresh from factory
Looking for the love I thought you would install
Thought it was true when you came back for me
I didn't believe it was cursed when I said you were forty
I was the spring edition but thrown away by fall.
Never trust a man who would play with a doll.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
