The Object

by Mey   May 13, 2007


An object, a thing in a corner,
no name, no use at all.
left behind, left aside.
broken heart, broken life,
all along, sing a song
Will it help, she has ask.
I have try so many times,
not is useless, there is no point,
is forgotten in the past, left behind,
left aside,is an object on the way.
Walk by it, what do you see.
Did you saw it she has ask.
Not at all has been left in the past,
have you noticed it,
oh no wait I am wrong once again.
It has been use to many times,
but is forgotten and left behind

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