Broken Toy. Poem by Phillip Dix

She don't love me,
I swear, she hates me.
You know, I'm a broken toy.
Shame.

Who wanna a broken toy?
I wouldn't.
Lonely,
no one to play with.
But I wasn't like this, you know.

I was in shape, perfectly normal.
Everything was going alright,
once in a life time,
good.

I had someone to play with.

Good.

One day,
Late,
scared,
I wanna save her.
Walk out, looking for her.

Good

There she was,
her eyes in other,
a kiss, a touch,
a laugh,
a cry...

My dreams,
disvanished,
my girl gone,
and with her my love.

I do not have someone to play with.