She was his toy, his plaything <br />to be put away when done. <br />And she, the fool accepted it <br />and accepted all the fun. <br />But at some point the fun she'd had <br />became a source of pain. <br />And like a doll that breaks into pieces <br />and is never played with again, <br />She stared at him with glassy eyes <br />wondering what he would do? <br />He simply left in search of another <br />and she realized she was through.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unappreciated-2/
