she's got an artist soul
a heart that cant stop beating
a brain that needs to know
and lips that seemed to be were made for loving.
her eyesight was inferior yet she
saw a great deal more than us
she played it off like she was shy
but if you opened your mind you'd
see her skin oozed lust.
yes she fits your perfect cliché,
of an odd girl who follows sunsets,
writes poetry and talks of leaving
someday.
she walks cracked sidewalks and
wonders if she's done the same her
mother does, wonders if her
mother ever put herself in harms
embrace to get over an adolescent boy
that could never return her love.
at night she walks the long way
home on a road she does not know
darkness leaves her uneasy and the night.
breeze reminds her she's alone but
since you've broke her sprinting heart
she spends her night seducing stars
and yes she used to be in love with you
but now she's married to the moon.
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