And just for thought...
My moment has passed.
I once hoped there might be some small miracle
that would lead me to a crowd
or I would find my reflection again.
My shadow stays by my side
but gives me little comfort
when no one else will stay around.
I knew a man once
or I thought him to be a man.
He wrapped my broken heart up for me
but lost it in the mail.
This girl denies me of a pride
that I still have yet to see
and she is the shit because she spreads wide open.
My bubble may be my only comfort.
They tell me I am wrong
because sex is nothing but a game.
Why don't we make love?
We are all too focused on people who don't give a damn.
My moment is up.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.