My eyes are not ocean blue and my hair doesn't fall down the small of my back. I don't wear contacts or any other removable to make me feels such. I try. I try to walk tall on the days I feel small and smile when my feet blister burn and ache as of I've lived too long and walked miles longer than millions. I am not perfect and neither is anyone I associate myself with. Level headed? Not at all times. By we try.
Secrets are not kept between walls thinner than water...when we were joined at hips length.
Connected , injected into veins streaming parallel like the perfect stitch of a seamstress' dream.
Singing in harmonies to emotional to comprehend but then again the good things have ends.
Never sweet tasting longer after wounds opened and festered at ignorance's door.
gaping
time declines decreases ceases to exist. running back in traffics mind too fine like an angel's hair to look back again.
No reality checked belled and propered , propped against old memories and tattered clothes.
my eyes are not ocean blue and my hair doesn't fall down the small of my back.
my memories etch wings into my latter mind deep too deep to ignore sounds of wishes
begging to be released and freed through open doors.
My eyes are not ocean blue and my hair does not fall down the small of my back.
I do not try to restrain myself, but i am civilized and mature enough to say i am wrong.
bewildered bewitched and begiulded. Too angry to contemplate what waits to weighed?
Lines too long to play and time ticks to fast to be delayed.
Never enough ? Never Okay.
Well Ive had troubles deep in waters too dark
blood ran too thick down thighs too weak as I stand ground to face days awake and aware
than maybe one day life could be like water fights bursting with laughs, swings set chains jumping so fast
bells ringing 20 seconds in between that last real class in life.
Ive heard of lies too biter to try to care but i did, to even care weather my eyes were ocean blue and my hair fell to the small of my back to please anyone. I have thighs to thick to give in to winds too weak...waver to the "wave"? I think not.
I have beams to bold to break...friends and families to strong with issues too fixable too stress... so its suggested you never say im too high and mighty.I am mature at a pace too moderate to tolerate the bullshit.
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