Monday, February 2, 2009

On The Shelf

would you like a new copy of me?
maybe one that isn't worn out and frayed
one that can read you as well
one that doesn't need attention

but who would comfort you
take your mind off your worries

would you like a different one than me?
you put me on the shelf
I don't excite you anymore
you can't wait to put me down

I'm worn out and fading in your mind
Those cold, lonely nights were a waste of time

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