Broken toys
Symbols of a forgotten childhood
That ended too soon
Do you remember
When you didn't use to paint your face
In order to look pretty?
Before you became "someone"
And lost your real self on the way?
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But put your broken toys away
In their box of memories again
Memories of the days you used to care
About what you thought about yourself
And not what other people think about you
When your dreams were still unscathed
And your innocence untainted oh forever ago
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Draw the curtains
Switch off the light
And gather the pieces
You won't need these toys
Ever again
YOU ARE READING
serendipity
Poetryserendipity; ser·en·dip·i·ty (n.) : finding something good without looking for it. A collection of poems and short stories.
