Thursday, June 9, 2022

 Am I an object of your choice?

Your voice was calling my name so fondly 

Only you wanted me, why do you back away now?

Am I disallowed from feeling this way?

These splotches that leave a stain

Are only dripping constantly

Infesting my head

My thoughts

My mind

My everything 

If I am an object of your choice, would you use me again?


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