They said we were beautiful. They said we were intelligent. They said we were forever. That's what they said. ... Love is fleeting in New York City. [Visit more NYC Trash Stories: Bedroom, Clothes, Culture, Furniture, Food/Drinks, Personal, Pets, Tech, Trash Cans, Travel.]

I was once loved, And hugged every day. But everyone grew up, And forgot how to play. They kept me around, Because I reminded them of youth. But life kept going, And revealed a different truth. Money ...

Darts on a board, Red, white, and blue. Our aim was off, But our intentions were true. Does any of it matter, When the game is a lie? What happens to scorekeepers, When the numbers die? The British Em...