To be the toy unplayed with,
To be the scene ignored.
To be the wicked worder,
They pretend to have adored.
Now they play your feelings,
like a new
Illusive game,
Caring to light the candle,
and now they
Ignore this flame.
Holding the water,
they let the fire engulf
and burn out by itself.
To be the toy unplayed with
the untouched book
on a dusty shelf.
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