so shiny, sharp and silver,
bright, glistening, gleaming...
it talks to me all day long
the silence is filled with it
i miss proper silence -when i could just be bored and not have to fight,
i miss when my skin was smooth -and i didn't have to hide or lie or miss out on things with my nieces and nephews,
i miss the old me -the one who didn't know what 'bad things' were
i really miss the one who never had 'bad things' in her life
i wish i were 5 again
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