my heart is a home,
a safety haven,
a helpful whisper,
a moment in heaven.
my love is a lisp,
carried lonely with lust,
lost only to those
i kiss or touch.
my mind is manners,
the less meaning the more.
i'm the kind of girl
mama would be thankful for.
my eyes are all seeing,
a watchful camera-ed eye,
what we cannot see
we cannot hide.
my heart is a well,
my love is a test,
my mind is outrageous,
and my eyes are the best.
(but you fail to see,
that all there is, is just me.
and though i'd like to be more,
aren't i enough to be thankful for?)
a safety haven,
a helpful whisper,
a moment in heaven.
my love is a lisp,
carried lonely with lust,
lost only to those
i kiss or touch.
my mind is manners,
the less meaning the more.
i'm the kind of girl
mama would be thankful for.
my eyes are all seeing,
a watchful camera-ed eye,
what we cannot see
we cannot hide.
my heart is a well,
my love is a test,
my mind is outrageous,
and my eyes are the best.
(but you fail to see,
that all there is, is just me.
and though i'd like to be more,
aren't i enough to be thankful for?)

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