She was so lost and unsure, so broken, unpure.
Homeless bones in her body, a starving and aching soul
Her eyes so hollow from so much pride and pain forced to swallow
And a smile that just never fit, like an unhappy church wife quietly sitting at the dinner table, regretting everything
Her soul constantly searching through oceans, woods, and mountains
Looking for something, anything to find herself within. A butterfly caught in a jar, a wolf stuck in a cage. So utterly broken in so many ways.
Her spirit crushed but never truly destroyed, her crown bent but never broken. As she continued her search for her home, she knew she'd fine some way. Some peace, some of herself.
All alone.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
She was so lost and unsure, so broken, unpure.
Homeless bones in her body, a starving and aching soul
Her eyes so hollow from so much pride and pain forced to swallow
And a smile that just never fit, like an unhappy church wife quietly sitting at the dinner table, regretting everything
Her soul constantly searching through oceans, woods, and mountains
Looking for something, anything to find herself within. A butterfly caught in a jar, a wolf stuck in a cage. So utterly broken in so many ways.
Her spirit crushed but never truly destroyed, her crown bent but never broken. As she continued her search for her home, she knew she'd fine some way. Some peace, some of herself.
All alone.
