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) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments6
Painful poem about abandonment !
Nicely done.
Thank you 🙂
Such a wonderful metaphor of abandonment. Nicely done
Thank you 🙂
You are most welcome
A heartfelt meditation on fear of impermanence in love, beautifully simple but emotionally piercing. Nicely written.
Thank you so much!!!!
Wonderful words Meera but I am sure you would not ever be abandoned.
Andy
Well that's up to the fate but thank you so much........
this is so true, and such a universal phenomenon - to play with people's feelings, and then discard them like a broken toy.
well written..
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