St Paul's Academy: Samantha Hudson



Gathering Dust

I shimmer in the window,
trying to catch your eye.
Hoping one day,
Someone will try me on.

You slide me on your finger,
Hoping I will fit.
I fit perfectly.

You take me home,
And show me off.
But soon my shininess disapears,
And so does your love for me.

I lie in your jewellery box,
Gathering dust.
One day you took me out.
But I didn't fit on your finger...!

by Samantha Hudson