I'm looking for that feeling
again
I know I've felt it before
the feeling of home
the familiar smell of pancakes
and the taste of mom's spaghetti
the youthful innocence
spelled out, plain and clear
replaced by guilty knowledege.
Where is she?
Did you see her pass this way?
Did she go left or right
or straight ahead?
I'm dying to see her again
the childish face
always bubbling with excitement
she lives a life with life
but sometimes she was badmouthed
but that was her.
She was not yet broken
heartache, heartbreak,
alien things to her.
Yes, I remember her.
the girl with the wild hair
and spider veins on her cheeks
and she loved her grandmother
she was everything to her
Where did she go?
I want her back.
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