By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 23 May 2000
little girl lost
i wanted butterflies
every moment i looked at you
but instead it was
just
looking, and observing
and then i would hop across and
hug you because i felt guilty
for not feeling those
butterflies twirling around
inside of me
and i'd look i'd look around
i wonder about him....him...him....
and i wonder if
or how it would be
for someone just to touch me
and somehow ignite my skin and make
me come alive in their arms
for that one individual to see
me and think that i'm now
alphabatized on his heart
so i wondered
and i slept in your arms and gave
my mind away to strangers
but you couldn't even sleep with
me a night
our arms didn't fit together
but comfort doesn't make up
for passion
and passion doesn't make up
for true love
and true love
isn't found
when you have a little girl lost
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