One day, they throw me in the corner of
their closet.
Cell phones and Ipods on
And I become a distant memory in
their room.
I sat there, looking at them text, listening to their music, hearing their laughter
A thing I used to bring
In the hearts I loved
But years later they will pick me up
I will see the love I once had,
Given back to me as if they loaned it
I see a new life form,
Glowing almost like pearls
As they give me, the teddy bear to their
Young, naive sister
awww cute