We live behind glass while passing eyes stare
Presented and framed and kept in great care
Whether it be a toy soldier, a doll or stuffed bear
If it has some value its here to be shared
Everyone here's either rusted or old
Passed down to a child or unwanted and sold
But now we're trapped here with no one to hold
We're left alone in the dark; left alone in the cold, with
No one to love us or tell us goodnight
No one to comfort and say its alright
No one to wish with and wishing we might
While we're without love and without any light
So what if we're worth quite a penny so pretty
Or that the plaque in front of you tells of our great history
We don't want to be trapped here, oh please can't you see?
We want to be played with; we want to be FREE
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is a Part of Me
PoetryBasically where I store all my finished poems Made just for fun and enjoyment purposes Topics and styles are always random Hope you enjoy ^-^ Ps. Always open to poem topics so feel free give me one ~ helps me from getting stuck and keeps the creati...
