Lost In This World


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 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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