It is as if I am an old toy
You loved my company the first few months,
and now you want to toss me into the toy chest.
I no longer hold your attention,
I no longer feed your imagination,
I simply lay here waiting upon the moment when maybe you will miss me.
Trying so desperately for you to notice how gloomy I have been about this,
You do not even notice what you have done,
Nor do you care about how I feel about being tossed to the side.
I want to be your favorite again.
I want to excite your mind.
Pick me back up.
I miss your hands.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
It is as if I am an old toy
You loved my company the first few months,
and now you want to toss me into the toy chest.
I no longer hold your attention,
I no longer feed your imagination,
I simply lay here waiting upon the moment when maybe you will miss me.
Trying so desperately for you to notice how gloomy I have been about this,
You do not even notice what you have done,
Nor do you care about how I feel about being tossed to the side.
I want to be your favorite again.
I want to excite your mind.
Pick me back up.
I miss your hands.
