a broken toy

i go thru all the daily chores somehow
i get ready to leave
and buy myself a gift
something i desperately need
but then she comes my beloved, tiptoeing
and pushes me into the void

and then this beauty named pain
knocks and reminds me
singing i can’t

i cant fly anymore
how does a torn bird fly
how do i feel profound joy
i am a broken toy
how will a happy song sing
its all messed up inside

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