Lost

Absent to the obscurity of a miss used mind,

perished by a wasted reckless life,

entranced by the perplexity of its feeble size,

poorer then a bereaved soul squandering to shine,

taken by the purity of its first time,

humbled by the sweetest kiss goodbye,

a feeling far beyond love you couldn't describe,

showing more then you can hold bottled up inside,

you keep waiting for a believer,

coming up short they call you a dreamer,

there's a way and I know I'll get there

to a place where I know I belong

its a space deep inside of my soul

where I know I can call home

~Natalya