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A tight rope

Im the girl that will do two wrongs before she ever does a right Forever with chipped fingernails and untamable hair And maybe I talk a little fast and think a little slow, but I never let my self be embarrassed by my short comings Yes a little short But I never let the courage that I carry like a back pack Rest handedly at my side I wear my unconditional love like a sleeve And I'll pick the wrong guy 9 times out of ten Or maybe 22 But I always bounce back And I know myself a little to well Or maybe not at all And my obsession with the stars wavers on unhealthy And I love the way the moon looks in the morning And the way my sisters look at their spouses And I fake confidence Like black jack players biggest gamble And I ramble And I'm great at awkward moments Like a 6th graders first open mouth kiss I cry a little to often And watch a little too much bad tv But you won't find me judging your poor choices Because I've made them too Like 5000 knives my words can unravel you But I try to place pressure On the tiny hurts Because sometimes that's the only way i know I'm alive I identify with my gemini traits Swimming from happy to miserable in 3 seconds flat And I probably admire you But would never say Because rejection is a game I rarely ever play And I would rather be singing with a 5 yr old Then dealing with grown up stuff Because I still see myself at 16 Sometimes insecure but never flat chested And I'm never satisfied with ordinary Because this world holds way to much beauty for ordinary to be trusted And when I laugh I really mean it And when I cry I mean that too I hate being late And the feeling of being left behind And I surprise myself with internal motivation Like running in knee deep water Or lifting 500 lbs But I always miss the people that mean the most I almost never have good timing But when the end is near When all the songs have been sung When all my dreams have been reached When all my failures have been exposed I will always always always Stand arms outstretched waiting to embrace life's possibility Cause that's not just the tight rope I walk on That's just me.
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