What I Often Wonder about...
How do we get clothes made so fast?
Where does all of our food come from? It seems to just appear out of the middle of nowhere at times...
All Alone
Just leave me out in the cold
All alone
Sitting along a roadside
With no one to comfort me.
My sad eyes,
My droopy smile,
Oh how I long to be
Loved within the depths of another
Soul like me,
Shivering and beneath
The shelter of rain which
Possessed my iridescent mind.
