At first you are ecstatic
Look what you found in the attic
A toy!
& you are just a boy.
So you play,
With me all day,
A month & a year goes by.
But I'm out of your mind's eye,
Collecting dust on the shelf
See he got a new toy for himself.
All shiny & red
I knew I would dread
The day he didn't want me
It hurt but it had to be.
He threw me on the curb
Not to be disturbed
Until one day
Another boy will go out of his way
To play...
Because I am just a toy.

Mona Lisa smiles,
but is it a smile that hides
her true feelings.
Does she really smile or is she just giving the world what they
want to see.
Or do we just see what we want to see?
Is Mona Lisa truly happy?

Empty room,
Empty halls & empty walls.
I scream, but they are not redeemed.
The kitchen is bare,
with no smell in the air.
The dining room chairs do not bare
the weight of my family that once sat there.
Why is it so vacant? In this house,
I once called home.
The lights are all on
People are bustling around,
But once was my family,
Is now no where to be found.

“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss