Am I just another
Trophy,
Gathering dust
On the mantle of his heart,
Every time he stares
I wonder? is there
Love,
Feeling,
Affection,
Or does he just think of me
As he would prized things
Trophies,
A jewel
That hangs from his arm,
Would he for a moment
"See me"
To touch upon my heart
He would know
That I have
Love,
Even though,
We are intimate in the sheets
I feel no warmth from
His heart,
I am a love lost,
I am a trophy gathering dust,
On the mantle of his heart.