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Trophy Girl
I am not the mattress you lay your problems on.
The lies I tucked deep under your sheets.
I am not the doormat you wiped your feet on
–a sticky situation.
I am not the arm rest you relax against.
To be used by you is a drag I would rather live through.
I am not the shoes you toss deep in your room
–never to be seen again.
But I am the clock that hangs on your wall, only to be looked upon
–but never spoken too.
I am your trophy girl.
© Junemousonae
The lies I tucked deep under your sheets.
I am not the doormat you wiped your feet on
–a sticky situation.
I am not the arm rest you relax against.
To be used by you is a drag I would rather live through.
I am not the shoes you toss deep in your room
–never to be seen again.
But I am the clock that hangs on your wall, only to be looked upon
–but never spoken too.
I am your trophy girl.
© Junemousonae
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