30 December 2012
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
Ornamental • Opuss № I