She stand there waiting for her master to remember her
She use to be her master favorite toy in the world
Now as her master grown older and older
She simply just got forgotten
She been replaced by other toy
But she know sooner or later
They will be replaced by other toys as well
As other toy been replaced
Her hopes got up, She wish her master remember her soon
Then one day, someone pick her up
She don't know who it is, but she know is not her master
No it cannot be
That person cut her long beautiful hair
Torn out her dress and burn it
Yet, she can't say anything
She can't do anything, she is powerless
Now this person twist her body part and pull it out
This person is laughing and said
Honey, how many year you have this junk?
Then she heard other person response and said
I don't remember when I have, I don't even remember I have it.
Her master, her master voice
After all these years
After all these years of hoping
Hoping her master remember her
Now she know she been forgotten longtime ago
Now she's in fire
Now it's time for her to give up hope
Now it's time for her to give up her master
Now it's time.
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Written December 12th, 2005
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Great
Very beautifully written.
I can feel what you are feeling as I read along.
Good luck in my contest and thanks for entering!!!
Yours,
Cassie
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Love this poem even when it was a doll but you in the poem you put down the emotion that it's so deep it depress me. Lovely written
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Aww your poured your heart out in this.Regardless if it's a toy or not,I can relate to it.People toy around with other's feelings,intentionally or not.You did an amazing job,love ya. *hugs*
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Wow, this is different it's nothing I have expecit but it well written piece and i love it. After I read this poem I make sure no one come near my toys and torn it up. You give the feel for my toy. As always love you
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