Saturday, March 10, 2018

Hideaway


I walk through a crowded street 
Invisible 
Head down . 

No one sees me 
I’m just a shadow on the wall . 
I’m an orphan . 
Never belonged 

I cried alone 
I don’t want to die 
Unloved 


I’m the buttons on your coat 
I’m the hands that keep you warm 


But yet I walk this room alone 
What’s the point of being lost but not forgotten .





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