TOYS in DUSTBIN

Lying down with coma

Flying high with cola

Shadow follows with a heavy twig

With memories burried via dig

Feelings change

With a stare of outrange

People throws TOYS into trash

TOYS are people, they lead to hash

Huge monsters come across

To your limits never uncross

Heavy burden on your feet 

Always prepare to meet

Never let people undestimate you

Cuz from your life you will forever be sue

Let blindness wash away from fake mask

Why is a question is always to ask

Most of Friends are not always real

Never try to be close to and reveal

Yourself to them

Cuz for some

Will always land up with a face of glum 

They misunderstands you alot

Just a bundle of cloth

Blindfold your eyes

Always notice with your size

A methaphor of you can learn to understand 

Where you will able to stand

They use and throw you in dustbin

Short version to say in bin

Like on Facebook

You can do anything to face and read a book

Whether it can report block or unfriend you

With block, you can't see

With unfriend you can see

This is not the solution

Not the beginning of evolution

A material to be used

Is like a same to be abused

Swallow your tears

To forget someone will take years

Make your heart strong

But heart can be wrong

Follow your brain

So that you don't become like others insane

Heartbreakers are those who can't digust themselves

Just a pile of bookshelves

They land in your pole

To knock you off with their own control

Make sure in life you have someone with

Not someone who can lead to bad path like a devil or a witch

Written today: 25.01.12

It was a heartbreaking to tell with methaphors 

But who I have written to

The person will understand 

That I am Nothing to them But full of TOYS

and They are Only suited into DUSTBIN

According to THEM

Pari Ali