A Perhaps Penciled-In Perspective

I've been used.

Defiled with all those words

It all just gets smudged in
In the end.

But when you need me
I'm there

I'm basically always

And I just end up forgotten

Set aside, rather

Lost in a drawer

With keys
With receipts 
With glue

Things of those sorts

Don't normally get special treatment


Alex said...

This is rather sad, but I like it anyway. Way to be a poet.

Janalyn said...

I was wondering if you were talking about yourself...but then it all clicked at the end :D

Kiyna Christensen said...

you posted it! (: I'm proud of you. I really like it and I'm glad you aren't emo or abused. (:

I miss you, yo.