By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2009 May 21
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Claim me

Back to being an orphanage
My heart has turned numb,
No longer fit for adoption,
No one to claim me,
Just as I thought I finally landed home,
But home was nothing but delusion.
Numb to any dosage,
Love, just a taste, a crumb,
Lonesome is not a choice, but an option,
But I drown in the waves of that sea,
Turned out; I was swimming in the foam,
Broken and silent as I stand in confusion.