Sometimes when the house is quiet
and everyone's asleep
I lie on the cold floor
And hold myself
because no one holds me now.
My big hair sprawled out
like a mane
Illusion of fierce.
Sometimes I look ahead
but then I look back
and fall back.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Sometimes when the house is quiet
and everyone's asleep
I lie on the cold floor
And hold myself
because no one holds me now.
My big hair sprawled out
like a mane
Illusion of fierce.
Sometimes I look ahead
but then I look back
and fall back.
(C) Franziska Grech
