A breeze

After all I have lost, 

In the breeze; I am lost.

I long for a new way to say, I miss you.

Truly; I do miss you.

Ever since I was young,

I was so selfish,

And now that I'm grown.

I am less rebellious.

Because rebels always need to fix their face.

Put on the drapes and parade around.

They have no place to call home.

If you ever are doubtful.

Just keep the sermon to yourself.

Nobody needs a preacher from hell.

Nobody needs to know me.

I am a breeze on to my self....

I do feel good.

As I knew I would.

Naturally, I am a breeze.