Broken Toy - Poem by Patrick Barongan
i can't help but to feel used,
when it's with my broken heart,
in your hands i'm strung lose,
like a doll that hang slacked,
when not in use.
i'm nothing but a useless pawn
to be sacrificed in the dark,
never to see the sun.
i don't know why my heart beats your name,
or the stupid fact
no matter what you do i'd feel the same.
you don't even know what you do,
or how i'm afraid
when you decide i'm through.
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