Belongsㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

Fiona Paramita
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

I’m standing on an empty field of love

Standing lamely with flurry

Still breath but have no gripㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

How could you know that you belong to anyone?

They may have another you

How could you be assured that you belong to somewhere?

Cz each place may be replaced

How could you be convinced that you belong to something but yourselves?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

I’m getting on my knees

From the unsteady foothold

On an empty field of love

Fiona Paramita

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