I am just a monochromatic, monotonous piece of iron,
Who has rusted with the waves of times,
Standing in a garden all alone,
Many things they have seen, these eyes of mine.
I move back and forth,
Yes, that's all I really do,
But she somehow fell in love with this,
That little girl whom I once knew.
It was her garden I stayed in,
I was her third birthday gift,
Oh how I loved her smiling face,
Her smile that could make my heart shift.
She made it a rule to play on me,
Sometimes for hours on an end,
I was her ship, I was her plane,
But above all I was her friend.
She grew a little older then,
And started going to school,
Oh how much she cried before leaving,
To her, it was never cool.
A few more years passed by,
She had made some friends, she was happy,
She came to me less than before,
And I became a little unhappy.
She grew older day by day,
Taller and prettier everytime I looked,
Her innocent face as bright as the moon,
While her playful eyes some mischief always cooked.
She turned twelve,
Her hair now so long,
She was like a little lady,
Both kind and strong.
She won prizes at her school,
And I was full of nothing but praise,
But seeing her walk past me everyday,
My heart was left on the sky to graze.
Soon she turned sixteen,
And came to me after all those years,
She gently sat and held my chains,
And began a melody accompanied by tears.
As her tears fell on me,
And her grip around the chains tightened,
I found my eyes widening with disbelief,
While the sky by the stars lightened.
"Am I really that ugly?"
She softly said, "Am I really not good at all?"
"No," I wanted to shout out,
But I all I could do was watch her tears fall.
She came to me for a few more days,
Sorrow taken over her everytime,
Her blue tears and broken songs,
Hit me harder each time.
She thought she was not good enough,
That she was ugly, short and fat,
She felt that no one loved her,
That her entire life was a tat.
I wanted to comfort her,
But alas! I could not speak,
Cause moving back and forth was all I could do,
I felt so useless and weak.
She stopped going to school in a while,
And later didn't come out of her room,
And on the darkest night of the year,
Drove herself towards her doom.
I didn't see anything she did,
All I heard were cries and screams,
And how she hung herself on the fan,
Destroying her soul and all her dreams.
It's been so gloomy since she died,
Cause she was the prettiest girl I knew,
Her smile as radiant as the sun,
Cause little by little, everyday she grew.
And now I sit here all day,
Waiting for her to return,
For her to play with me once more,
In futility, I wait for that fun.
Cause I am just a monochromatic, monotonous piece of iron,
Who has rusted with the waves of times,
Standing in a garden all alone,
Many things they have seen, these eyes of mine.
