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You can see the spot on her floor,
Where her blue-green carpet is worn
Wishing she could walk out the door
Forget how bad her heart has been torn

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She has music blaring
Supposed to keep her from losing her mind
Supposed to keep her from caring
If only her tormentor weren't so kind

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He's still unaware of his slight
She's pacing, reciting Poe in her head
He's unaware of her pain every night
She's wishing her heart was dead

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Her fingers twine through her hair
Berating herself for thinking of him
She hears a few strands tear
But paces on, ignoring them

Cold love
Cold heart
Nothing to help me
Nothing to help you
No way out
No way in
Nothing can do to help us.

Feminine to the core
A beauty of flesh
And if I said complex,
I would understate her
To her, that would be a crime

You see her
Comment on her beauty
And do her no justice
Youre only blinded
She is the sun
And you'll only stare
Never suspect her depths

She is more akin
Feeling more as though the sea
Roiling and unsettled
Beautiful from a distance
Upsetting on its surface

She is the oak
An inner strength
Strongly rooted, deeply soiled
And worried that it's not enough
But well rooted for the storm

Thickly bowed
Heavy with fruit and leaf
Straining for the sun
Warmth of day
Living for the nights
Away from pests, and for peace
Seeking solace in the stars

Her eyes show the diamonds
Faceted of light and clear
So many sides, complexity
An observer only drawn
To what they can relate

The diamonds find their strength
Threaded by fractures
But so unlike mineral shapes
Her cracks make her stronger
Building a completeness
That is more whole
Than any other

Her inward sight
Makes those strengths
Invisible to her
So she concentrates
And becomes
So much more
She is special