Lost goods

by Cathie   Aug 16, 2012


When i look at myself
I see what used to be
Pretty and vulnerabel
That was me.

Hidden behind scars
Of All kind
Torn and messed up outside
With a broken mind.

Like an old teddy
Outliving the child
Forever left behind
Left in the savage and wild

Noone could ever love it
And if someone could
They'll find it hidden in a box
Of lost good...

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