I am slowly becoming obsolete,
Your slowly pushing me away.
At first, I didn't have the knowledge to recognize that I was being thrown out,
But it's pretty obvious now,
You don't want to talk,
Or look my way.
You would rather talk to him than me,
I thought I was important...
Too important to be obsolete..
YOU ARE READING
A Public Poetry Diary
PoetryA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
