I feel like at some point,
you loved me
but tell my why I feel like,
you want big things for me
I'm a not a thing that you have,
you're not my sculptor
I don't live to impress anybody,
I just have a goal
So please,
Don't own me
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
don't own me-fourteen
I feel like at some point,
you loved me
but tell my why I feel like,
you want big things for me
I'm a not a thing that you have,
you're not my sculptor
I don't live to impress anybody,
I just have a goal
So please,
Don't own me