The Toy's KeyA Poem by Anthony
At times I feel,
As just a toy. Perhaps I shouldn't, Though I do. A Toy Soldier to most, A false friend, A listener to vent, A shoulder to cry on, And nothing more. A possibility at most, The chance but null. Heart constrained, Unable to open, Save the single key.
© 2011 Anthony |
Stats
299 Views
1 Review Added on February 7, 2011 Last Updated on February 7, 2011 |

Flag Writing