A piece of me lies weeping on the floor
Crying out for help
But no one hears
Give me back my love
Give me back my lover
Give me back my family
My father and my mother
Give me back the butterflies
That danced when he held my hand
And brushed his fingers softly on my cheek
Give me back the joy I felt
Running through the grass
Feeling the suns warmth upon my skin
Give me back the mornings I would
Feel awake and alive
Give me back the feelings
Of anything other than
Empty
Alone
Afraid
Unsure
Uneasy
And unwelcome in my own skin
Give me back my home
Please
Give it back
YOU ARE READING
Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
