I am the trending poem.
you see me and I make you feel alive
so you like me and re-post me
then you leave me alone to die.
I am your forgotten lines.
you created me with a careful love
and decisive rhymes
and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
a faded smile a broken dove
I once was beautiful, touching.
now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.