Alyssa Siebers

I could hum myself to sleep sometimes,
Pretend to be somewhere I'm not,
but there's no more room for those types of wishes,
There's no room for a single cry or yell for help,
my needy hear wants more than you were ever willing to give me,

But isn't it something when you come back from far far away,
And I swear boy, your skin didn't change in color,
Your heart did,