The snow is melting, slowly, into the riverbeds.
and my tears that i have cried are drowning in them.
the earth, still lay so silent, so dark, so dead...
i long to play, though i am trapped within myself, screaming, for someone to understand me.
do you?
can you?
Come rescue me, take me away.
a world of shatterdness.
picking up the pieces, like the little girl i once was, picking the weeds that i thought were flowers.
and bringing them home...
home... a name that everyone should recognize, though it seems that word has been long lost in my days.
belongingness, wanting to be wanted, so much to ask for yet so hard to find.
and my tears that i have cried are drowning in them.
the earth, still lay so silent, so dark, so dead...
i long to play, though i am trapped within myself, screaming, for someone to understand me.
do you?
can you?
Come rescue me, take me away.
a world of shatterdness.
picking up the pieces, like the little girl i once was, picking the weeds that i thought were flowers.
and bringing them home...
home... a name that everyone should recognize, though it seems that word has been long lost in my days.
belongingness, wanting to be wanted, so much to ask for yet so hard to find.
*01/16/10
No comments:
Post a Comment