(if i were once more)

 if i was the
woman i use to be.
 would you stay here
and always be right beside
me?

 would it matter my race?
or if i was just another
 pretty 
 face?

somewhere down the line
 you gave up the chase.
   the  hollowness
is there and it's never been 
fullfilled,
maybe nothing or 
no one ever truly will?