You see, some people in this world might not get who she really is,
they fail to see her brave heart & her strong smile she wears everyday, wanting to please. But they don't deserve her anyway.
She effortlessly fills an empty man's soul,
with the look in her eye, a sparkle if you will.
I guess it's the way she attempts to make a joke even though she's not funny.
It's the way she brightens a dull room as she walks in with the cigarette hanging from her cold fingertips.
She makes you wonder, when you listen, to the sound of her voice, trying not to melt in her presence.
She cannot see this world is too good for her,
that she fits perfectly with the angels in the sky.
But she sits with us, the broken.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
You see, some people in this world might not get who she really is,
they fail to see her brave heart & her strong smile she wears everyday, wanting to please. But they don't deserve her anyway.
She effortlessly fills an empty man's soul,
with the look in her eye, a sparkle if you will.
I guess it's the way she attempts to make a joke even though she's not funny.
It's the way she brightens a dull room as she walks in with the cigarette hanging from her cold fingertips.
She makes you wonder, when you listen, to the sound of her voice, trying not to melt in her presence.
She cannot see this world is too good for her,
that she fits perfectly with the angels in the sky.
But she sits with us, the broken.
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