Pushed a side
Time is love is it not
the time we shared was great
we played for hours on end
But yet we never tied the knot.
As time went by, I changed state,
dust covered me. Oh, my dear friend
simply you must have missed me.
But dust comes now at a faster rate
I sit alone and just blend
like the others, who are burried under me.
I sit alone on this shelf in a box, waiting and wondering...
Was I ever more than a toy to you.
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