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There's a girl alone in her bedroom
Playing with the air
In the shadows of the moon
Although no one's there.

Playing with her imagination
Afraid they might burst
Her bubble of protection
Keeping her from trust.

She doesn't share treasures
Nor secrets as well
Nothing brings her greater pleasure
Than playing with herself.

Her universe is huge, more than the whole earth
But tell me darling, will it be like this until death?


Because girl, what might become of you,
Without dreams to follow?

What might help you stay at peace,
When you're drowning in sorrow?

**What might bring you back to love
When they burst your bubble?
I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes to rest:
I see him,
And every single time:
He reaches out his hand towards me,
Asking me to dance.
but I don't
I never do
I'm not able to,
For I don't know how to dance.
And it kills me
Because
That is probably the last time I'll ever see him,
And I can't even have that one *last dance

With Him...
Redoing this poem from Jan 13
I learned that my dreams
Are transparent
That it's clearer than the blue sky and the sea
Your eyes told me so...

And although I can't say the words
"I love you"
**You will always remain in my heart...
You sometimes wish
You had a rewind button?
*Second chance?
Drawing pictures of any opaque scenery
Instead of your smile.
I think I fall under the category of
The Hopeless Romantic
And the thing about about me,
The  tricky  thing of
hopeless romantics
Is that,
when I say hello to someone,
(And that hello is magical )
When I fall in love
I never  Imagine that
That  Hello can turn into a good bye
And when I have a first kiss with someone
I never  ever  imagine that someday
That could turn into a last kiss.
promise me it gets better!!!!*

I'm sorry dear, this is supposed to be the easiest lesson?
Tattered wings and a tarnished  halo
But no one really knows
Working her wears strictly for the dough

Wondering blindly holding on tightly

The dream, the nightmare
The whole in her soul

Covered with batman bandaids
Knowing all along it was man made

Broken to the bone with a heart of stone
              
Broken
Every now and then I look down
It’s not the feeling that something’s wrong
It just reminds me that I’m not the mountain
I don’t like remembering that
It’s the ground beneath me that we love
But who cares what happens to me?

I thought the next step was my last sound
Sweaty palms greeted me tonight
The gravel that spared me is waiting
Or so it seems anyway
It’s not so sensible to think this way
I didn’t work this hard for the things I see

It’s not that I need only flat ground
It’s just that I climbed that day for you
Living on the edge is only for lovers
That kind of stupid is what we long for
Living to die is not how I want it to be

You could meet me outside of town
But will you be her or someone new
I’m not so picky about it anymore
I’m lying again about atmospheres
I believed in perfect switchbacks
Never knowing you lived by the sea
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