BROKEN TOYS

#poetry *snapping*

thewhitelilyspeaks

I have a thing for broken toys,
The forgotten ones,
Sitting lonesome on that top shelf.
Broken toys with the broken joints,
the creaky joints,
The bursting seams,
Unsure of themselves.

I have a thing for the broken toys,
The unhinged wheel,
The legless soldier,
The hairless pageant queen,
the chewed up teddy bear,
childhoods forgotten dreams.

I have a thing for the broken toys,
The broken souls,
Their forgotten goals,
Their inhinged hearts,
Their mending lives.

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