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I’ve been playing perfect princess Glittered-up to keep them guessing Breaking my back and sweating daily To build a throne to lord it over I was thinking, on a pedestal Life would never let me down They said petulance would be my undoing Jealousy my unraveling And unrelenting childishness the block that toppled the tower I fell hard one day and wondered If it was really worth the work I’ve been losing myself in pieces Bits of fluff that swiftly scattered Torn away by city wind tunnels And the terror of disappointment All I have left are sticky feelings The worst bits that wouldn’t stray This city has me restless Turning circles in my bedroom Wishing for a different skyline, different season, different shore If I weren’t averse to running I’d be miles away by now Yet the pavement has been calling Has been tempting me to sprinting Flying down an empty highway With the hope of something more Same old same old has me snapping Lashing out at all I know I’ve become uneven compromise Tried to spare myself the conflict But ended up too vexed to enjoy things either way I’ve been dreaming, still, of running Though I’m scared of what I’d find
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Turning Circles in my Bedroom
I’ve been playing perfect princess Glittered-up to keep them guessing Breaking my back and sweating daily To build a throne to lord it over I was thinking, on a pedestal Life would never let me down They said petulance would be my undoing Jealousy my unraveling And unrelenting childishness the block that toppled the tower I fell hard one day and wondered If it was really worth the work I’ve been losing myself in pieces Bits of fluff that swiftly scattered Torn away by city wind tunnels And the terror of disappointment All I have left are sticky feelings The worst bits that wouldn’t stray This city has me restless Turning circles in my bedroom Wishing for a different skyline, different season, different shore If I weren’t averse to running I’d be miles away by now Yet the pavement has been calling Has been tempting me to sprinting Flying down an empty highway With the hope of something more Same old same old has me snapping Lashing out at all I know I’ve become uneven compromise Tried to spare myself the conflict But ended up too vexed to enjoy things either way I’ve been dreaming, still, of running Though I’m scared of what I’d find
Written 2/18/12
kassiani
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kassiani
32/F/American
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
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