If I am.....

A long time ago...perhaps not that long(A year to be precise),I wrote the following poem for a certain H who wasn't worth the strife.I simply need your honest comments on this one.Luckily I got rescued from the pain.Thank u Heavenly father !

If I am...If I am a song,
You haven’t sang me in a long time.
If I am a full moon,
you don’t notice me anymore.
If I am the day ,
you wish I could end fast.
If I am the sky,
I’m feeling dark blue because you don’t look up anymore.
If I am a tie,
you don’t wear me anymore.
You’ve starched me away, saying I’ll be for another day
But the other day never comes.
If I am a mural,
I’m losing the shine in my paint,
the paint from your brush.
If I am a bag,
you no longer put anything valuable in me.
If I am a door,
you haven’t turned my knob in ages.
If I am a spring ,
you seem to no longer need my water.
If I am a harp,
your fingers know not anymore how to tune my strings.

All you do now is look at white paper , and on it you write.
You write with that quill: that quill that I am not.

Wish I could be the quill in your hand because then ,
I’d be close to you everyday.
Or perhaps the paper that you see,
For then, everyday, would be a day In your sight.