She once made you happy, <br />She once let you not leave her in your heart. <br /> <br />You forgot it in the front lawn, <br />Then found it back. <br /> <br />You ever treated her your pretty friend, <br />Whispered your honey secret in her ear. <br /> <br />Now you are grown up, <br />She never will be your close friend. <br /> <br />Only in your sweet memory, <br />She hid in one corner, <br />Were taken by you <br />Up and down the stairs. <br />A dance mate she was <br />Really cute, <br />In your arm, <br />To and fro on the exquisite floor. <br /> <br />She once slept beside different colours <br />Of different hairs. <br />She ever patted our dreams. <br /> <br />Who knows? <br />We happen to grow, <br />Happen to slip away without them, <br />But with the lost of our childhood. <br /> <br />They become hurts. <br />They are the fallen sugar-coated haws from their sticks, <br />Spilled on the grey ground romantically. <br />They are broken pieces of the mirror, <br />Which in it, <br />We once saw our childlike faces. <br /> <br />Good-Bye. <br />We said to our toys.<br /><br />Wang Qian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toys-8/
