Sitting on the shelf
collecting so much dust
as they all walk by
their eyes filled with disgust,
forever shelved it seems
maybe i'll never find my queen
a significant other only in my dreams
on this shelf i call it my home.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
