Pieces

Laying on the floor beneath your feet cold and striped and in pieces hungry for affection attention some form of acknowledgment from you I exist…�. I give you everything I have my heart my mind my body my soul you still sit looking over me at your feet on the floor. When you leave I cover myself with walls and doors so no one sees the emptiness inside of me inside my soul……Though your not here and have since long gone I still find myself in pieces on the floor by where you sat, cold and wanting the warmth of a touch a kiss most of all the warmth of someone’s love

Written by Trina on 6-5-07