To Be Loved
Snuggled in the midst of the country lies my home
A home that cannot be found in a house, but throughout the dirt roads streching across fields upon fields of grass and corn
Where a hint of honeysuckle lingers and the bittersweet bite of blackberries overcomes the senses is where I call home
Here lies the memories of a young girl with dreams to become something of herself, to make a name for herself, to become a legend
Even with the love and compassion of her parents she often found her cat Moose listened more attentively
From the spoiled birthdays and ruined holidays she learned to get by
The rolling fields and dense woods have became her companion, a welcoming place of solitude to get away from the madness, to hide and to survive
For with every thunderstorm comes a rainbow, in which brings hope to a girl that wants more than ever to be accepted, to be wanted, to be loved.