No one wants you when you’re broken…
Like a toy…thrown away…
No one will bother to try and fix you…but…
It might just be your lucky day…
Cus…with the broken…I do fix…
And never do I throw away…
Cus I believe…its never that bad…
Unless you’re…ME…! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem start off really well and keep this even in the middle. The last stanza (mostly referring to the very last line) seems very out of place. The simile and the extended metaphor (Heart Broken Victims are just like Broken Toys) used is also really effective in this poem. The only problem being, like I mentioned above, the last line breaks this very nice extended metaphor included in the poem. Overall, I enjoyed this poem. Keep up the great work.