You just can’t

You can't leave me on your shelf,
expecting me to wait forever. You can't.
Like your old toys I've gathered dust
and I don't work right anymore.
Sometimes you stretch your hands out,
making me get that pick me mentality,
then you move past and once again,
I'm enveloped by the shadows.

When the moon is blue, you call my name
giving nostalgia the chance to consume us both.
However with the arrival of dawn you withdraw,
Placing me back on my musty pedestal,
leaving me to pray to the moon to turn the colour of my mood
so you'll remember me once more.

You can't leave me on your shelf and expect me to wait forever.
Pigs flew one day and you stretched out your hand,
But I was gone.
The beast came for me and your spell got broken.
Finally I could see that I needed no prince charming
to be treated like a queen.