Created and Discarded
It's done, everything is over,
And I lie here on the floor.
I was once the centre of attention,
But now I'm not needed anymore.
I was there, important, I was valued,
When he shared his private thought.
He and I literally held hands together,
When he toured his mental walk.
The more he thought, the more I was,
And the more beautiful I became.
Until I was everything he wanted,
With a simple little name.
That's when he thought of another write,
About poems coming of age.
And he discarded me, forgot me on the floor,
His perfect poem on a page.
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