Space

there is a space in my life that i need to fill
somebody left it at a time when i was ill
i used to be able to do many things
and do it with joy as if my heart always sings

i am like a pet left in a park
because my master doesn't like the way i bark
i tried to go back but everything has changed
all these things have left me estranged

i'm trying to regain the composure i lost
and be able to live a life that's not tossed
to weed out the attitudes that need to be gone
and be appreciated again by someone

I do not know what to do with what i have
when things used to fit perfectly like a glove
should i fill it up with something else?
or wait for the time when she tells

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