You feel so good.
I keep wondering—
would you be the same
if I were yours?
Or am I just a toy
you liked on a shelf,
lifted once, admired,
then left to gather dust?
Do I become the next thing
you’ve outgrown—
moved from hand to hand,
then tossed away,
forgotten as another yesterday?
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 17th, 2025 10:14
- Category: Love
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