You’re sitting there – connected to your game,

ignorant of my presence in your room.

I am unimportant and dead to you.

You only notice her. I am like her.

Although, she does have flushed cherry red cheeks,

And like a goddess, she is not born of this earth;

I only have white dull sublunary skin.

Frozen like this, I am still and distant.

Each time you stare at me, you long for her.

You always put me back where I belong,

deep inside the crevice of your pocket.

I am safe there. Hidden, I am close to you.

I know each time you pull me out to stare,

I bring you happiness when she’s not there.

 

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Published by partie_grl: 12:52 AM
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