Lost In This World
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Heart stopping, ears begging for more
I play the strings like a mother
Stroking a childs head.
Softly, whisper the made up lyrics
that escape my heart.
I pick up the pencil
lines crossing like
star crossed lovers
on the road to nowhere,
creating what other's would only
dream of.
I paint my hair the colors of the rainbow,
jewelry in my face,
art on my skin.
I hear the whispers,
Notice the stares,
I smile.
I'm lost in this world
That provides me the life
To be who I am.
A strong, independent woman.
Full of dreams,
Fighting to
Succeed.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world