Her Old toy
Unwanted and barely used. Sitting waiting for her but I'm never picked. Just a trophy that looks nice when you talking shit. Never realising that the compliments are nice but the touch of your warm skin help me feel better within. Weather it is lust mixed with love i just wanted it from you. That's like praying to god but the devil only hears you. The pain of standing to the side and never experiencing what you want what yearn for is excruciating. Yet you tolerate it all because of your naive fears. Sadly the only thing i got left to keep me warm is my tears.