who wants a broken old
who wants a broken old rusted out toy
that sits by the wall barren of joy
for i once saw the sky,
watched the sun kiss the sea
and wished oh so fervently
it could've been me
that caught your attention,
and sparked your desire
before you found out that i was a liar
for who wants a broken old rusted out toy
That sits by the wall barren of joy
October 4 2014
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