Pieces of Me
For you, wherever you may be.
A dozen holes in my ears
Another piercing above my lips
Memories of a friend I'll never see again
Shelves of books I just can't part with from my youth
Frayed hair, distorted and gone
A fetus free belly to my misfortune
Markings on my hands determine I've got less time now
Thin scars up and down my wrists
A spur of the moment ink tattoo
No longer am I kid, can't you see?
Oh but how I miss it
Time is running out for me...
There's a smell in the air I hope it is change
This patch of life is for the birds.
See, I'm twenty five
With not a single thing to show for it.
I barely feel alive.
About the Creator
Waverleigh Rose Garlington
Gentry Rose is the self proclaimed author of the ongoing book For You I Will. She spends her free time writing and reading. She has three cats and one boyfriend, all whom she is immensely fond of.
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