Lucylemon

My name is not just a word.
It is many words combined into one
My name describes me,
my personality,
my problems,
my life.
My name is me and I am my name.
Two halves,
Together we make one.

A maze of hallways,
a child's laugh echos and bounces off the walls.
I run through the hall turning this way and that
to try and catch a glimpse of the child.
I see her for a fleeting second before she takes off again.

I feel somebody sitting next to me on my bed
I open my eyes and see a little girl looking at me
I know her from somewhere,
Then I realize.
It's her.
She's back but how?
Years ago she vanished into the depths of my head

My heart is like a puzzle with many pieces
You dump it out and the pieces scatter all over the place,
you then leave them and don't return.
I am left to search for those pieces

Rain is a funny thing.

It pitters and patters, 

But has no feet.

It splashes,

but it has no hands.

It taps on the window, 

But it has no fingers.

It falls, 

I walk through the rose garden and see a white rose, 
I reach towards it but prick my finger, 
My blood drips down,
and the rose is no longer white, 
But red.