The girl lost in my house
She was crying today
But i can't find her
This mansion its too big, and not a candle lit
She was whining, asking me to be her freind
Be there for her when everyone else exits the party
But how do i tell her i am meant to leave too
I can't be there for her when I am not even here for myself
I am not worthy of this child,
I am merely breaking the two of us apart from healing
And she keeps trying to mend everything with little star bandaids but the cracks are too big to be fixed
And she is doing her best, trying a little too hard for her tiny hands
YOU ARE READING
To My Lovers
PoetryI hope you miss me everytime you see the moon And i hope every starry sky reminds you of me
