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Note to stranger: Don't let her long eyelashes fool you Stemming off from eyelids filled with promise Pupils composed of green and brown paint Mixed and made permanent by the look on her face when you ask her what love means to her Because to her Love is an antique promise Tic Tac Toed into her shoulder blades Another lost game Lonely is made apparent by the reveal of her hipbones Sticking out from the belt loops on the waistband of her dreams Her clothes become looser She is welcomed by friends to parties that she refuses to go to Because even in a room of people The only emotion she is capable of feeling REALLY feeling Is lonely And you may argue that lonely is not an emotion But a state of being But when she truly feels it Lonely becomes both Discolored tulips growing for a flowerpot of unfertilized dirt Masked by a smile that could fool anyone Even her own father Sometimes even herself Mascara stained floor tile Quick change scenes Equivalent to her multiple personalities Sad happy sad happy Sad... She is capable of being both sad and happy She is introverted AND extroverted She is 5 million different people Sometimes wishing she could narrow herself down to just one She is ME
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
She
Note to stranger: Don't let her long eyelashes fool you Stemming off from eyelids filled with promise Pupils composed of green and brown paint Mixed and made permanent by the look on her face when you ask her what love means to her Because to her Love is an antique promise Tic Tac Toed into her shoulder blades Another lost game Lonely is made apparent by the reveal of her hipbones Sticking out from the belt loops on the waistband of her dreams Her clothes become looser She is welcomed by friends to parties that she refuses to go to Because even in a room of people The only emotion she is capable of feeling REALLY feeling Is lonely And you may argue that lonely is not an emotion But a state of being But when she truly feels it Lonely becomes both Discolored tulips growing for a flowerpot of unfertilized dirt Masked by a smile that could fool anyone Even her own father Sometimes even herself Mascara stained floor tile Quick change scenes Equivalent to her multiple personalities Sad happy sad happy Sad... She is capable of being both sad and happy She is introverted AND extroverted She is 5 million different people Sometimes wishing she could narrow herself down to just one She is ME
#sad#depression#she
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julia-marie-wagner
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
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