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Subject: Broken Toy Author: Lori S. Maynard [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:14:26 11/27/03 Thu Author Host/IP: cache-mtc-ab02.proxy.aol.com/64.12.96.39 I remember when my heart was trusting and naive to the world no one could do any wrong - no one could ever be so cruel but the sun does set, the corn does crack and time is ever flowing the heart that once loved so much is now just bitterly growing. Ah, what happened to the simple times when we thought we could fly and were convinced, within ourselves, that our parents would never die? Remember all those simple times when you had so many good friends playing in the back yard so many games of innocent pretend. The heart was ever trusting though it was brand new to this world. It contained a love inside that would never sunder nor unfurl. We believed in talking dinosaurs and we watched the Care Bears playing with our Transformers - Oh! Just to be back in my heart there. Then we all grew up and started drawing all of our fine lines. We ended up losing friends and Lord, how many times did we cry? We lost our hopes of flying and began to focus on four large wheels. Death is inevitable and it’s eventual future, we could no longer conceal. The time does come when we’re not in school and we forget who we once knew. All the hurts have added up - it’s amazing how the sarcasm, inside, grew. Looking, not for a love, but for someone to take the pain simply away. If we could love like a child then our hearts would never have to stray. We wouldn’t question each other, and more importantly, not ourselves we’d just love unconditionally because we had never gone through hell. We’d love to be around each other and have so many fun things planned But the heart grows older - it’s now a broken toy in our hands. ©November 27, 2003 Lori S. Maynard [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: Broken Toy icyheart 23:21:46 12/21/03 Sun