Sunday, November 1, 2009

Just Like My Sofa

If you only knew what you did to me. You'd write down everything you see. You'd see a girl with a broken heart, and long, locked knees. -Lauren

My sofa is fifteen years old. We've lived the same amount of years. You and I sofa, have so much in common. We've been sat on for more than a decade. Having people push us up and down, we just want settlement. You and I sofa, are more than a seat. We are something to appreciate. If I was only looked at more than a teenager, all would be surprised. If you were treated more gently, you'd last through out. People spill things all over us. And we just soak up their mess. Sofa, you are truly made to be a seat. But, there is more to me.

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