Sunday, January 16, 2011


I see you’re doing what you want to do
You’re smart enough to get by through
The light has been up, expecting you to get it all for you

You are unique in your own way
The smell of flowers don’t mean anything
It doesn’t matter, because we’ve been blinded anyways

You don't need to fluff
You're pretty enough
Your skin leaves a stain in the air
A stain you won't see clearer.

The wind is messing up your hair
The thing is that you don't care
Don't give away your gift to them because they
will not repay.

And I'll be, waiting for you, Across the street,
picturing your silhouette in front of me
In the corner, lonely and brave because you're the
Princess of the strings.

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