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her beauty is undefinable
a force to be reckoned with
a force without a name
you cannot put a name
to something so constit antly changing
her beauty changes at the speed of light
never in sight long enough to take a picure
all though it lingers long enough
to make you think it might exist


her beauty is raw
undiluted
exposed
it takes a whole new kind of bravery
to let such honesty show
she dares to mask nothing
leaving herself on display
her in depth vulnerability
mixed with passionate intensity
reels strangers in until they cannot look away

her beauty is undefinable
simply impossibly to name
when you meet her, you'll be overwhelmed
irrevocably changed
but as much as you will grow to love her
you will not be able to stay
some forms of beauty are just too intense to be defined
My soul is tired but you can't see it
Cause I mask that **** with a chesire cat grin
So you think I'm on fire
When I'm actually sinking

Your soul is wide awake and I can see it
I can see you shining from a mile away
It's in the way you dance to music that no one else can hear
It's in the way you seize the moment before it disappears
Or the way you embrace monumental change

My soul is tired but you're keeping it awake
my soul is tired but you're keeping me awake
sometimes she does not recognise herself
she is not the same person from five years ago
back then, things like innocence were real
infedility was something other women practiced frequenty
other women
disloyal women
not her though

she feels tainted, stained
irrevocably ashamed
marked with a poisionous cheater's kiss
she wants to go back to wedded bliss
she is desperately looking for some way to fix it
to find some sort of reprieve

she stares into the ***** mirror
hearing the whisper of her old friend, Fear
telling her of the art of sabotage
an art she wishes she'd never mastered
what can I say?
vows were made to be obeyed
when she broke those sacred promises
her soul shattered just the same
so when she looks into that mirror
her reflection is a stranger
she wants to be anyone else
not this unfaithful mess of a shell
so she smashes that glass into tiny shards
it's time to move on
time to make a new start
fear taught her the art of sabotage
now she's making a new start
we are now cancelling people
easier than appointments
we write each other off
at the first hint of disappointment

i remember disagreement
being met with discussion
now when we hear uncomfortable comments
we reach for the cancel button

call me old fashioned
but i refuse to cross you out
even if you tell me
something we'll argue about

i would rather argue with you
than not hear your voice at all
let's cancel this ******* culture
before we cancel our souls
i refuse to cross you out
i saw a beautiful woman who commanded a runway
she saw a horrible bully who had taunted her for years
i saw a man on the train who was ***** and made me uncomfortable
she saw a kind person who had smiled at her and wished her well
i saw a house that was messy and would reflect on me poorly
she saw an opportunity to keep herself busy
i saw a news story telling me the world was going to end
she saw a story telling her the world was going to end
because when the world is going to end
suddenly we are all the same
i was always ahead of the game
i wrote the rules
decided who played
if you control the stakes
it doesnt matter how badly they lose
it isn't your loss
it isn't happening to you
i wrote the rules
she is a woman with a crooked smile
a lost soul lingering
taking up space
wasting time
she smiles with a lopsised grin
putting on a clown's persona
to make the load feel lighter
but the load is not lighter
it is merely hidden
the load is not lighter
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