I was your trophy.
I knew that,
you knew that,
Yet still you chose to put me on the shelf.
I never believed that,
but you did it anyway.
Now she's your trophy
and i'm collecting dust.
How long will she stay off the shelf?
while I sit here and rust.
You promised,
empty promises.
your words were always empty
yet I believed your words
every single one...
No.
Not believed,
wanted to believe
But now I've been put on the shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Final DownFall
PoetryA collection of poetry that means something. The loss of myself or someone close, Heart break and the mysteries of love.
