Age Rating: 10 +
I hung at your feet, begging you please,
I held on tight, dropped to my knees.
I look behind me and see marks on the ground,
Where you dragged me along, I hear the scraping sound.
The sounds of my pleas and cries,
Of my repeated "Whys?"
I see my arms where they clung to you, It's what they long to do,
If you only knew, I wish that you knew.
I see the tears in puddles on the floor,
Seeing how much I cried makes it hurt even more.
Finally you break free of my shaking hands,
I let you go this time, though I don't understand.
I see you walking farther away,
In the distance your image starts to fade.
I see myself, I'm still on the floor,
Your feet aren't here for me to cling to anymore.
So I stand up and I dust off,
I feel wiser although I have lost.
I lost you and a piece of me,
But I walk on to see what life will be.
Though deep down in my heart,
I'll be routing for you though we'll be apart.
I see my reflection in my puddle of tears like a mirror,
And each day that I look my life gets slightly clearer.
I hope one day you too will see,
But no longer will your feet drag me.