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I hate living this way Standing on display For all the world to see The flaws that make up me A year and a half is all it takes For a loving soul to throw me away Our time together felt so small Did you even care at all? It hurt to see you so glad After all the wonderful times we had You found another one better than me And you didn't think that I could see But this year and a half Was so important to me I felt so useful I felt so complete You took me in, I don't know why But you became my friend When everyone else just passed me by You would lay on me So comfortably And watch tv Until you fell asleep Coming home from a stressful day And looking at me with such relief It was almost as if we were made for each other But now it is clear, you were made for another At least from what I can see, Stuck here on the street I am standing here on display, Like before you took me away Only then I was new And now I am used Who would ever want me? Cars keep passing by, Judging me by what they see Just another piece of trash I guess that's what I am Dirt has covered my eyes, It's hard for me to see I really don't want to die, But I wish I wasn't me I hear a muffled noise It's coming in more clearly And then I hear a voice, Could this truly be? "You are coming home with me" Now I'm glad she threw me out I'm treated so much better now Once was lost, but now I've found I am more than just a couch
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
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I hate living this way Standing on display For all the world to see The flaws that make up me A year and a half is all it takes For a loving soul to throw me away Our time together felt so small Did you even care at all? It hurt to see you so glad After all the wonderful times we had You found another one better than me And you didn't think that I could see But this year and a half Was so important to me I felt so useful I felt so complete You took me in, I don't know why But you became my friend When everyone else just passed me by You would lay on me So comfortably And watch tv Until you fell asleep Coming home from a stressful day And looking at me with such relief It was almost as if we were made for each other But now it is clear, you were made for another At least from what I can see, Stuck here on the street I am standing here on display, Like before you took me away Only then I was new And now I am used Who would ever want me? Cars keep passing by, Judging me by what they see Just another piece of trash I guess that's what I am Dirt has covered my eyes, It's hard for me to see I really don't want to die, But I wish I wasn't me I hear a muffled noise It's coming in more clearly And then I hear a voice, Could this truly be? "You are coming home with me" Now I'm glad she threw me out I'm treated so much better now Once was lost, but now I've found I am more than just a couch
Noahgorham
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
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