Flowered walls and pictures with scenes
of young girls
Only dressed to be seen.
A record player and a too large bed
A lonely girl who was lost in her head
She was waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For a savior
And not the Jesus that her father gave her..
Her religion became
Books
Music
Thoughts
Anything that could take her away
From those four walls.
From the nothing
That was
Every.
Single.
Day.
Like a shell
Wandering halls
And bus isles
Empty hallways
That were her home
A tiny
Small spirit
Who was all alone.
Nothing changed.
There was no one and nothing to find.
The thing that she looked for
Was only in her mind.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Flowered walls and pictures with scenes
of young girls
Only dressed to be seen.
A record player and a too large bed
A lonely girl who was lost in her head
She was waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For a savior
And not the Jesus that her father gave her..
Her religion became
Books
Music
Thoughts
Anything that could take her away
From those four walls.
From the nothing
That was
Every.
Single.
Day.
Like a shell
Wandering halls
And bus isles
Empty hallways
That were her home
A tiny
Small spirit
Who was all alone.
Nothing changed.
There was no one and nothing to find.
The thing that she looked for
Was only in her mind.
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