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Author: Scribbledydee
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-18-08 - Updated: 01-18-08 - Complete - id:2464275

LITTLE BROKEN TOY

You treated me like a child’s plaything

I was your little toy

I loved to be your little teddy bear

Your little broken toy

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I thought you were happy

Just like I was too

But obviously not now

Now you’re gone

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Those happy days

When pleasure coursed through the veins

Our blood was made up of memories

Memories of happy days

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I was your little rag doll

Ta petite poupée

Damaged, vulnerable, full of weakness

Liable to fall

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Liable to fall

To fall from your grace

I’m not just your broken toy

I’m your fallen angel

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But now

It’s all change

People come, people go away

You came, you went away

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And without you

I’m just a discarded plaything

An abandoned teddy bear

I’m just your little broken toy

-

Ta petite poupée

Has wasted away

My weak and damaged self

Is in poor health

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You left me to rot

You left me to decay

You left me to perish

Ta petite poupée

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How could you do that to me?

I just melted into alloy

How could you do that to anyone?

Especially your little broken toy

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So come and patch me up

With your needle and thread

A sewing kit of rehabilitation

Stitch me up again

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Stitch me up

Extend your hand

Help me onto my feet again

Just understand

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Pull me up from this dark place

This realm of shadow I sleep in

Take me into your deep embrace

And let us go

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Let us go

Into that burning light

Hug me, kiss me, comfort me

I’ll do the same to you

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Inside, I may be the broken toy

But on the outside, I’m the same to you

But only you can mend the inside broken toy

Then we can start anew

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If you can hear me now

I beg of you please

Take me back again

Give me that new lease

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Because I’m still that feeble broken toy

Damaged and vulnerable too

The only medicine I can procure

Is the very thought of you

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But that’s just treatment

Thought’s no cure

If you come back

Could you give me that cure?

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When that little concoction

Spills down my throat so coy

It could get me back onto my feet again

As a whole and mended toy

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It could get me back onto my feet again

As a whole and mended toy



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