little girl with your arms so wide, death does not faze you but the sharp end of the blade will.
looking into the future i see temptation beyond your control, a total disregard for all things that you belonged to that were stolen from that little girls dreams of carefree hopes.
i can only hope that your beauty will be seen in you, by you. it may be ripped from that book that has always seemed new, to you, but couldn’t be redeemed from the past that haunts your soul.
gifts of love cannot pursued you away from the dancing pictures in your head from that book i now know i despise. it took the one thing i new i needed that i believe you gave, but what lies.
little girl with your arms so wide, death does not faze you but the sharp end of the blade will.
pages of knowledge but no words of wisdom abound in that leather bound emotion. its just feeling that brings that sensation.
you now sit with your loneliness, like me its your settleness, but longing for a feeling of closeness.
looking to dead driftwood you feel unwanted and used by its slow currents. feeling helpless you call out to that book which just asks for patients.
tangled together our lives, so similar yet distinction has set us aside. the laws of nature we should abide. but we cannot.
pages of knowledge but no words of wisdom abound in that leather bound emotion, its just feeling that brings that sensation.
-Lee
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