Age

You are grey, the colour of a computer,
A triangle that has tilted a little to the left,
As long as a young man,
As sharp as a sword that has just been carved and made,
So sharp it will hurt someone if they touch it gently,
When you attack it's like a stick that has been stepped on,
When I first held you you were shining and grey,
My secret is you are very rare to find,
If I had to give you away you would go to my friend,
If you were destroyed I would be destroyed with you,
Your sound would hurt people's ears,
Since I'm older now I will take more care of you,
I put you on top of the shelf so you're safe,
If I lost you I would try to find you straight away,
You were meant to be mine.