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When Did You Stop..........

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When did you stop......

I swear some days I sit out & whisper this amongst the trees.  

Once said I was your prize possession, like your trophy piece. You'd shine me up all pretty, set me out front, show me off for the whole world to see.



 

Even said I was your dime piece. 

I mean it was like our names were all up in these streets. 

Hey...did you see those 2 they really seem to be in love. 

They really go together like a hand in glove. 

 

I mean what happened? 

Did the glove not fit? Tell me when did I stop being like your favorite song

You know???

"Your "

 

Not in the literal sense

but the figurative one. It's like my name stopped rolling across your tongue. As if I no longer shined bright as your sun. Being out & about with Lord knows who. When did I stop being the craze for you? When once was seen as a pair now it's just being

seen as you.

 

You said your feelings hadn't changed 

said don't listen to certain chit chatter

but something obviously was wrong 

the clatter got louder and

 

........matter of fact

 

I was always alone.......

wondering was I the reason 

for your change in our season? Why were you no longer shinning me up?

Could it be the clatter had meaning.....you had changed the line up?

 

Were you showing off another trophy piece? Telling it how proud it made you be.

Was it now shinning brightly as your sun? 

Are they also loving you as their only one?

 

While I still sit some days on your shelf

collecting dust & wonder....in between 

moments of sadness & slumber. 

Like.......

 

I remember when that use to be me. 

I was on his arm for the whole world to see. 

Shinning bright like a diamond in any

angle. I was his most prized possession 

He said that I was 

His Angel....

I was the one he put on a pedestal up above....the one he used to 

"PROUDLY" 

tell the world he loved. 

 

I sit and mumble into the darkest of night

When did it change...I thought we were 

Alright? 

 

I put my question in a bottle, shut it up tight

and threw it upon the waves of the sea...

Just waiting for an answer back...

When did you stop........

 

Being Proud Of Me?

 

 

 

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