I lay here just to be stepped upon.
With the power to move, yet lacking the will
As the moon retreats, I lay until dawn,
They come and watch me through the window sill.
From here I would move, with motivation
If I had one who could grant me such,
But I do not, so I avoid the temptation.
For one such as that I would not dare touch.
Alas, I lie on this cold ground alone,
I wait for the next one to step upon me.
This life fits me, yet new one I will own,
In this pain I am filled to the knee.
You and I were never meant to be,
Only this pain from you will set me free.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
I lay here just to be stepped upon.
With the power to move, yet lacking the will
As the moon retreats, I lay until dawn,
They come and watch me through the window sill.
From here I would move, with motivation
If I had one who could grant me such,
But I do not, so I avoid the temptation.
For one such as that I would not dare touch.
Alas, I lie on this cold ground alone,
I wait for the next one to step upon me.
This life fits me, yet new one I will own,
In this pain I am filled to the knee.
You and I were never meant to be,
Only this pain from you will set me free.