she is a girl,
complicated and confusing
a contradiction at best, a complete mystery at worst.
she is working on a million things at once.
she finds it hard to be herself.
tonight she watched the sunset from the freedom of a swing set.
barefoot and hair blowing in the back and forth breeze.
happiness sinks in slowly,
but its all consuming.
a smile creeps across her face.
contentment.
sometimes she wonders if anyone will ever love her.
but don't we all?
she is sorry for a lot of things.
would take it all back in a heartbeat.
would tell you to stay away from her,
she's trouble.
her mind doesnt seem to work like everyone elses,
mostly thats okay.
sometimes she would like to be someone else.
but wouldn't we all?
she is not the same person anymore.
the girl you tore to pieces is gone.
she loves.
a lot.
and that is the most important thing.
she would like to hold your hand.
complicated and confusing
a contradiction at best, a complete mystery at worst.
she is working on a million things at once.
she finds it hard to be herself.
tonight she watched the sunset from the freedom of a swing set.
barefoot and hair blowing in the back and forth breeze.
happiness sinks in slowly,
but its all consuming.
a smile creeps across her face.
contentment.
sometimes she wonders if anyone will ever love her.
but don't we all?
she is sorry for a lot of things.
would take it all back in a heartbeat.
would tell you to stay away from her,
she's trouble.
her mind doesnt seem to work like everyone elses,
mostly thats okay.
sometimes she would like to be someone else.
but wouldn't we all?
she is not the same person anymore.
the girl you tore to pieces is gone.
she loves.
a lot.
and that is the most important thing.
she would like to hold your hand.
moonlight will fall
winter will end
harvest will come
your heart will mend
goodmorning
goodmorning
you will find love.
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