Write Meaning Upon Her Arms

Write Meaning Upon Her Arms

Upon her heart,she wrote each thing,
telling no one,having no one to be.
What was the point she'd wonder,in even trying?
She was simply tired,sick,and wanted to not stop crying.
when would it end for her?She would decide.
As she pondered each day,she planned when she would write.

Each failure led to another.She thought of the others being selfish;undeserving.
She worked hard each day and night,
only to get what the others left behind;pure dirt.

The love she wrote in her heart traveled down to her arms.
When would she be enough for everyone?
She tried to feel anything,and everything at all.
But there was nothing,nothing at all.

What was she born for?
She had no one who would adore-
all the small things she could do.

The people were so wanting in her eyes,
so greedy and wanting nothing but all the prizes.
They couldn't see something small and plain right there,
even with all of the hints she gave in the air.

She wrote love upon her arms,along with the meaning too.
She could just hope and dream she'd mean something soon.