Looking out her window
tracing the raindrops rolling down
wondering if they'll ever reach the other side
she asks out loud, "will they ever find a home"
like the one she desires to feel welcomed in.
"Will they ever feel the feeling of accomplishment?
The feeling of completion?"
(in which her fragile heart so desperately aches for)
All she's ever wanted is to be loved and accepted, not hated and stepped on.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Looking out her window
tracing the raindrops rolling down
wondering if they'll ever reach the other side
she asks out loud, "will they ever find a home"
like the one she desires to feel welcomed in.
"Will they ever feel the feeling of accomplishment?
The feeling of completion?"
(in which her fragile heart so desperately aches for)
All she's ever wanted is to be loved and accepted, not hated and stepped on.
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