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A bar of soap wrapped with candy and sugar? Or an emerald diamond hidden in a nasty ****** Can we truly see, or can we just look? A marvellous story written on the pages of an old dusty book A short chubby girl with guts and nerves While she has long legs and perfect curves Her blue eyes and long blonde hair cause obsessions but her eyes are sore and she lost her hair during the countless chemo sessions She steals their hearts, and gets what she prefers While she prays the nights as cancer steals her's Now did you find this a bit confusing? Because the chubby girl maybe outside cruising While she prays Counting her last days Which one is which? Did they just switch? Or did you switch them? You forgot about the rose petals because you were too busy gripping the stem. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if the beholder is blind? The more we search inside, the more beauty we'll find. And as for the two girls, it is not our job to know because we cannot judge what does not show.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Emerald Heart
A bar of soap wrapped with candy and sugar? Or an emerald diamond hidden in a nasty ****** Can we truly see, or can we just look? A marvellous story written on the pages of an old dusty book A short chubby girl with guts and nerves While she has long legs and perfect curves Her blue eyes and long blonde hair cause obsessions but her eyes are sore and she lost her hair during the countless chemo sessions She steals their hearts, and gets what she prefers While she prays the nights as cancer steals her's Now did you find this a bit confusing? Because the chubby girl maybe outside cruising While she prays Counting her last days Which one is which? Did they just switch? Or did you switch them? You forgot about the rose petals because you were too busy gripping the stem. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if the beholder is blind? The more we search inside, the more beauty we'll find. And as for the two girls, it is not our job to know because we cannot judge what does not show.
The tall curvy girl might have been the girl suffering cancer, and the chubby girl might have been the heart throb. Never judge a book by its cover.
ellie-hughes
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
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