My pen and paper are my best friends
my soul is my navigator
my heart is my mind
and my mind is lost
does he really love me, really?
my feet are my post
and my head is my sign of royalty
why does he make tears fall from my tiara
why does he make my heart feel like its being stabbed
does he love me, really?
my eyes are my judges'
my mouth, my nourisher
my laugh is my cry
and my walk is my tire tracks
he knocks me down with harsh actions and comments
does he love me really?