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
There.
And I just end up forgotten
Set aside, rather
With keys
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
There.
And I just end up forgotten
Set aside, rather
Lost in a drawer
With keys
With receipts
With glue
Things of those sorts
Pencils
Don't normally get special treatment
Anyway
3 comments:
This is rather sad, but I like it anyway. Way to be a poet.
I was wondering if you were talking about yourself...but then it all clicked at the end :D
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.
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