Ray of sun that tries desperately to enter the filter of the leaves.
Brittle snow that melts away slowly off the slanting rooftop,
Ochre summer wind blows to have a door slammed in its face.
Only waiting to be wanted but never invited.
Like the paper plate that’s thrown, on the rubbish heap.
Once it’s done being used and can’t be used anymore…
The trash that collects, lying together, rotting, reeking.
Only waiting to be wanted, never taken in.
Frayed aglet on the end of a rich man’s shoe,
Bottle of nail polish that’s gone clumpy over time,
Sock that’s developed one to many hole.
Thrown away without second thought
Large, loud, unconventional, strange,
Weird habits that can’t explained.
Normal people, they fail to understand.
Only waiting to be wanted, but no one to take this hand.
Left behind and left alone; no place to call own.
Fell into the cool abyss of monochrome;
Life in shades of darker greys: not rosy rays
Only waiting to be wanted, always taken for granted.