A prop
A proscenium
A play
I was a minor role
In your life
In your heart
You were the lead
On the stage
In my heart
I was a prop
You could use me
And then leave me
You were an actor
Reused again
And again
A prop
A proscenium
A play
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
