Laying at my bedside
written inscripted in gold
across from it is me
wraped in my red stripe quilt
covering the crown of my head
I look at it on the night stand
reach toward it as a child reaches for her mother
wanted to be lifted into open arms
Closing my eyes
mumbling in curiosity
wondering is it possible for someone to love
such a stranger
So here I am a tatted street walking shit talking
not a care in the world kind of girl
Yet in the midnight hour when I have no peace of sleep
You stand across from me.
