Old Toys People are curious, long for new things. The old toys. You loved them once, then threw them in to store room. No sunlight, no hugs, no choices but corrupted. The ones you once loved more, the quicker the passion consumed. Like fireworks, once was the most beautiful flowers bloomed in the darkness, burnt away in just one second. Old lovers. Do u still hv passion to chase after em? Do u still want to spend time to approach to em? Are you treading em just as the old toys? Locking em into the store room as souvenirs? Ignoring their sobbing and howling in the helpless darkness. When you get your new toy, you will tell her that how many old toys you've had. But she won't be one of them. Because she's special, because she's brand new with a label. You loved the new toy, Brought her everywhere, Showed it to your friends, Bought her new clothes, Cuddles and kisses. Time was running out, Love was wearing out, Curious was using up, Patience no more. How about lock her into the storage? Because she's been an old toy. This is her fate, She'd have known it for long. Do you think your the lord? Do you think your the judge? Do you think the toys belong to you? Do you think you can play and throw? Do you think you can be a wilful babe that satisfied by every toy? Do you know where are your old toys? They are on the day of celebration. They are in the party of carnival. They are cuddling with their new toys. Making out for the so called love. They already kick you out as an old toy. Threw you out for some unknown reasons. Are they your old toys? Or are you their old toys? Who knows. Who cares. We are all toys, keep playing games.