• My mind recalls times I used to be played with all the time.
    I used to be loved.
    I used to be the one you could tell your secrets to when the world seemed to be out to get you.
    But now as I sit here at the bottom of your toy box I realize I've been outgrown.

    You've got your friends to play with.
    You have college work to do.
    You have a job.
    You have someone else you love.
    You. . .Have no love nor time for me anymore.

    So here I lay.
    Used and broken. Falling apart at the seams.
    I think you've forgotten about me, but I'll always be here for you.
    Waiting at the bottom of your toy box.
    The one you glance at from time to time but never open.

    Just like everyone else who said we'd be friends forever and they'd never let me go.
    You've grown to old for toys like me.
    You'll give me away like everyone else before you.
    You'll throw me away just like they all do.
    But I'll always be here waiting for you.

    Waiting to play with you.
    Waiting to make you smile that goofy grin you do.
    Waiting to fight away nightmares when thunderstorms come crashing down.
    Waiting to catch your tears when you've had a bad day.
    Waiting to here of your adventures and triumphs in school.

    Waiting. . .For a day you need me again.

    Like I need you.