Because for a second you are ignorant and beautiful…
You start to love yourself;
There's that spark of happiness-
that puts your mind to rest-
and everything they say
is like gold
pouring from their mouths, smothering you,
encasing you in a shell of discernment,
And before you know it's too late.
You're stuck in their little game,
But they no longer want to play.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Because for a second you are ignorant and beautiful…
You start to love yourself;
There's that spark of happiness-
that puts your mind to rest-
and everything they say
is like gold
pouring from their mouths, smothering you,
encasing you in a shell of discernment,
And before you know it's too late.
You're stuck in their little game,
But they no longer want to play.
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