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I'm usually one to count my steps To shy away & question My skepticism keeps me safe I suppose I rely on my intuition, & my discretion But then you come You sweep me off of my feet You look at me with these soft sweet eyes And my heart skips beats and it trips and it summersaults And i look into your pretty, pretty eyes and I fall each time I swear I do So I put my guard down I allow vulnerability to become me I share with you things about me Things I hesitate to share And this vulnerability grows It creates a nagging monster of fear that drowns me with negative thoughts And I fight it but it wins I'm left defeated, tired, and distraught This gap grows between us And I feel you so distant as if you're a stranger, a bystander on the street That travels past me just like the short breath of an instant Who's rhythmic steps don't match my wandering feet It breaks me into a million minuscule little glass pieces. Because I feared that I would fall and break. I'm just a girl with glass bones and paper skin. You weren't there to catch me. You aren't here to ease this ache.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
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I'm usually one to count my steps To shy away & question My skepticism keeps me safe I suppose I rely on my intuition, & my discretion But then you come You sweep me off of my feet You look at me with these soft sweet eyes And my heart skips beats and it trips and it summersaults And i look into your pretty, pretty eyes and I fall each time I swear I do So I put my guard down I allow vulnerability to become me I share with you things about me Things I hesitate to share And this vulnerability grows It creates a nagging monster of fear that drowns me with negative thoughts And I fight it but it wins I'm left defeated, tired, and distraught This gap grows between us And I feel you so distant as if you're a stranger, a bystander on the street That travels past me just like the short breath of an instant Who's rhythmic steps don't match my wandering feet It breaks me into a million minuscule little glass pieces. Because I feared that I would fall and break. I'm just a girl with glass bones and paper skin. You weren't there to catch me. You aren't here to ease this ache.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
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