Broken Legos

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This describes me to the T.

Submitted: April 27, 2013

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If I were anything in the world, I would be broken legos.

They used to be so strong, so durable. They were ready to take on anything that you threw at them, and could withstand so much.

But now, they are weak and cheap. Useless.

They used to be so vibrant, so colorful. It was hard to not spot them in a sea of things; unless, of course, you were in the dark. Even then, you would find them in the most painful of ways.

Now, they are faded. Unremarkable.

They used to be so creative, so undefinable. You could make anything you want with them; the possibilities were endless. Anything could happen, and imagination ran rampant.

But now, they are destroyed and jagged. Worthless.

They used to be so fun, so happy. Anything was possible so long as you believed it to be, and there was no way you couldn't do something entertaining.

Now, they sit there, taking up space. Unnecessary.

If broken legos made anything in the world, they would be me.

 

 


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