Even after all of the things I now know
And all of the chances I've had to grow,
I am still the little girl you found.
Dark, lonely, and leather bound.
You found me on the floor,
Unable to walk out the door.
Coping was too much of a task,
Your help was too much to ask.
Curiosity was a bit of a suicide mission in disguise.
The boose was a factor of vulnerability behind these eyes.
Painted onto my face was a mask.
It was easier than coping with a task.
I may now be different than what I was before,
But there's a part of me begging for more.
Dark, lonely, and leather bound.
I was the little girl just waiting around.
Fighting for a new chance to grow
And looking for something new to know.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
