Just One Thing...
I lifted my head and gave a little smile that was accompanied by a tear. “O yes, I did belong to someone once, I wasn’t always here. I was my lover’s angel, his favourite and only toy. And I was so bright when he played with me yes, that special little boy... He thought that I was perfect, every feather on my wing Almost perfect... but for just one thing. I tried to be that thing he wanted, I told him to see if I could adapt But when he tried to make me be it my little wing just snapped. ‘It’s all right,’ I said, ‘I guess I can’t do it all’ ‘Maybe for this purpose, you should find another doll...’ And waiting in the shadows, amid the rafters of our nest Flew down another angel a dark and eerie guest. ‘I can do that thing you want’ she said to my lover So he took her from the shelf and left this broken other. I heard them whispering late at night over what excitement she could bring He marvelled at his new toy that could do just one thing... And this is where I fell in a jealous rage and broke my entire being and came to live in this place. Now sometimes in the night I think of my lover’s lair and how for the lack of just one thing, I fell from it into this despair...” Other Personal Poetry
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