She is lost ..
Unable to breath...
You may throw your sticks and stones
And they may break me apart...
She sits there staring
Wanting to start...
I have this dream, it comes in the night
Travelling on a moonlit beam so bright...
I sit alone and wonder why,
how the world could pass me by...
I look over to the right
To only see an empty chair...
For the past 12 months
I’ve been trying my best...
It seems that you are happy
When I am not around...
Sitting by the window,
Watching little kids...
Last night I got so angry
I didn’t know what to do...
Inside her head
are thoughts unknown...
Softly spoken
Silent words...