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Created on: July 21, 2009
She sits on the shelf so pretty
As she starves for him to play
This forgotten toy angel
Will He take her down today?
She hungers for crumbs of notice
Just a sign that she's been seen
Salivating heart still beating
Waiting ..her song to sing
She will please in every way she can
Fulfill his smallest whim
And all she asks for in return
Is just to be with him
He finds her quite delightful
Gives him everything he needs
Cares for him so fully
Content inside just to please
The rush of power intoxicates Him
She becomes His favorite toy
As He shows His adoration
She has given Him such joy
And she learns to trust and need him
Depends on him for all she knows
Her loyalty matures fully
Looks to him with eyes that glow
She forgets that she is just a toy
And dares to dream a dream
Believes in all his fairy tales
Oh so happy so it seems
But soon he will begin to drift
He sets her back upon the shelf
Says that she needs to be stronger
To depend upon herself
His new toy has lost its sparkle
He moves on to other things
Forgetting his toy angel
And the gift of the song she sings
And she starves for his attention,
She yearns for his embrace
Striving daily to be fed
Just to look upon his face
She sits on the shelf so pretty
As she starves for him to play
This forgotten toy angel
Will he take her down today?
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