A SHINY NEW TOY

hurt.

used as some kind of

TOY.

but. I'm the shiny new

TOY.

the one that every boy wants.

to hold.

to play with .

to touch.

to carry.

I'm a new subject!

but.

then there becomes a

PROBLEM.

there becomes another new toy.

one new thing that no one has seen before.

they cant wait to get they're hands

on it.

Then i am just placed back

in the box. with all the other "OLD TOYS"

i am now. in the box.

with all the other broken hearts.

stolen.

shipped across the sea.

finally. some little boy

picks me up.

dust's me off and smiles at me.

then. he finally realizes.

that i am HIS toy.

then all the other kids start wanting me again.

just because someone else found me.

then they get jealous.

of my beauty of how much this guy loves me.

then i once again

become the shiny new toy.

the one that everyone wants to love, to hold, to touch, and to play with.

but they wont stand a chance.

because the boy that found me. Loves me.

and found me.

picked me.

out of all the other toys

he could have chosen.

he liked me for me.

and not just because i was a shiny new toy.

he thought i was special.

he didn't care that i wasn't a new subject.

he loved me for the person i was.

and i didn't have to be a shiny new toy.

for him to figure that out.

CarlyCatherine