I am not the object of your affection,
when you show that affection only in
the presence of others. Or that affection
is never shown, but are merely empty
words spoken out of a societal-induced
sense of "obligation".
I am not your most prized centerpiece
that you can place in a room to invoke
the ooh's and aah's that make you the
envy of strangers. And
afterward, I'm placed in a corner till
the next time I'm required.
I am not your "main attraction"
put on display. I don't dance nor
entertain so you can bathe in the
attention of the people who, once
this is all over, won't even
remember your name.
I am not an object!
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
I am not the object of your affection,
when you show that affection only in
the presence of others. Or that affection
is never shown, but are merely empty
words spoken out of a societal-induced
sense of "obligation".
I am not your most prized centerpiece
that you can place in a room to invoke
the ooh's and aah's that make you the
envy of strangers. And
afterward, I'm placed in a corner till
the next time I'm required.
I am not your "main attraction"
put on display. I don't dance nor
entertain so you can bathe in the
attention of the people who, once
this is all over, won't even
remember your name.
I am not an object!
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