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Sitting atop the broken shelf
In the highest room of the house
I exist purposeless, collecting dust
It was not always this way
There existed a time
Once, long ago, you and I
I was your prized possession
Your sentimental treasure
You would turn my key
And I would march for you
My life had meaning
I existed for no other
The cogs inside my chest
Would turn with glee
And I was filled with happiness
So many years have passed since then
Time's hands moved forward
And I was forgotten
My gears left untouched
The key, long lost since then
I think of you, always
For within my empty iron shell
Beat the remnants of my clockwork heart
It beats for you, and no one else.
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- Title: A toy soldier's lament
- Artist: Psywing
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Description:
I wrote this a couple nights ago, it started out as a simple quote I came up with, but
I decided to flesh it out a bit.
The story came to me out of well....it's a long story, but it came to me recently.
Let's just say life hasn't been to good to me lately.
But uhh....I'm not too good at poetry, but I thought I'd post it up here anyway. - Date: 12/18/2008
- Tags: soldiers lament
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Comments (5 Comments)
- AutumnBellx - 08/14/2009
- 5.5 I *love* it so much!!!
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- Quivers2 - 12/19/2008
- That was touching.5/5
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- Mysterious A - 12/18/2008
- (: I love it.
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- Lunacy Savage Dream - 12/18/2008
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*sniff sniff* someone needs a hug!
5/5 - Report As Spam
- Typo Negativ - 12/18/2008
- I really like it, and my first thoughts went immediately to two poems that I wrote. The symbolism is flawless. I digit. 5 for you, my friend. ^.^
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