Jul 3, 2016, 1:11:21 PM Creative

I'm looking for that feeling 


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.


Published by Joanne Giselle Degamo

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