On the ground,
Is where my love can be found.
As if that's where it's always meant to be,
Without notice or attention.
Please don't leave me with this suspension.
Cast aside without a care,
Without anyone whom my heart can bare.
I have so much love to give.
Yet no one wants it as they go about their day to just live.
Like a thought that one cannot grasp.
Walked on, stepped on, frowned upon.
Why won't anyone just give me a chance?
I may not be pretty, I may not be hot-
But I am loving, caring and compassionate-
So why not give us a shot?
On the floor,
That's where my love can be mourned.
Not worth a single penny,
Just longing to feel anything but empty.
