Here she sits in empty space.
Wishing and wanting to be
wrapped in satin and lace.
Someone to hold. Someone to love.
Make her feel wanted, like the heavens above.
Surrounded by triumph yet to be found.
Floating above the memories of
no one she's found
Emptiness she feels on this day.
What did she do, to deserve such display?
Seeking shelter to overcome her storm
an envy of others she is sworn.
Darned fingers stopped typing and words were
still wanting to flow. Train, train, and train again.
Someday my stories will be complete, from beginning
to end (in 5 minutes.)
The photo is a silk paint design I did a few nights ago.