sitting in a corner
all by myself
looking at the world pass me by
everything is so black and white
people look so happy
why do I hold my head in shame?
why cant I be happy with them?
is it so bad to want bliss?
then she came along
brought the color to me
but she didn't just give it,and move on
she came and sat next to me
letting me keep the color
for the rest of my life
giving me her hand to hold
her shoulder to cry on
the greatest gift she gave me
was her heart. |
Submission Name: Her Heart
