That Lonely little Part of me that only lonely little Part of me that nudges to speak to be heard and released That keeps saying, “I’m lonely, that something’s wrong
By Zana3 years ago in Poets
There’s tears in my fabric, It’s tugging and pulling. As I look at it closely and magnify it, to mend I put ointment of honey, but too gooey it seems
I am a Fist Strong and mighty Quick and hard I am a fist Not tender Not giving Not open I close the world I raise it high
