Misplaced Item

An item brought out to play An item pushed away Never for long, but the feelings are always the same, Strong For awhile I was a book. I entertained her on friday nights she used me as a glimpse to another world she no longer reads. Her fridays are spent with a boy. She took her time looking then set down the book. Next I was a mirror. I showed them the picture they had already memorized, for awhile they looked and were amused. They no longer look there is nothing to see. They enjoyed the reflection then grew bored, turning form the mirror. Now I am a string. I feel like I have been a string the longest, the couple uses me as a lifeline. Soon I will be gone and so will their lifeline and they will split then end with a snap of the string. An item brought out to play An item pushed away Never for long, but the feelings are always the same, Strong. Maybe it's right Maybe wrong, but I don't hate them for what they do I do it too I bring them in then push them away In the end we are all the same. Nothing but a misplaced item.