Am I merely an ornate thing
To hang upon your arm
Someone you just want to show off
My heart is full of alarm
Am I merely an ornate thing
That you admire when you see fit
A fleeting feeling of admiration
Until you get bored of it
Am I merely an ornate thing
That on occasion you may glance
Do I just tolerate your ways
Live in hope and in the shadow of chance
Am I merely an ornate thing
To someone without a heart
Will I always be just a middle
With no end and with no start
©Kim Brown 30th December 2012
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