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Long Sleeves in Summer
Untouchable, unchangeable, it’s really sad to see—
You’ve faded, become jaded, not who you used to be.
Footsteps leave footprints, but your words give no hints,
And I’m stuck pretending that I understand.
You remain closed off, a cocktail of Moltov
Explodes inside of me, and I wish I am
Able to get inside of your blonde head
Rearrange the thoughts of Better Off Dead,
Replace with some self-confidence instead
'Cause you’re an amazing story worth being read.
She hates having to wear long-sleeves in the summer
But the scars on her arms they keep hidden under.
Looking at her reflection she stands there crying,
Thinking about herself and contemplating dying.
Cursed by a hurt past and people not kind
Who lied, cheated, stole her confidence and pride.
She’s convinced its her fault she didn’t hold appeal
To womanizers and those who aren’t real.
I wish you could look in the mirror and see what I see,
'cause when I look at you I’m struck by your beauty.
And when we’re together you make me feel right,
No matter the time, place, be it day or night.
Like a shooting star that streaks so bright
You’re a light in the dark, the spice of my life.
Her blind eyes cant see, at least accurately:
They’re blocked by the hurt she feels inside.
She wanted love, reached out and tried—
But was taken advantage of and fed lies.
An angel convinced that she wasn’t worth dirt
Turns the pain inward and inflicts self hurt.
I just hope I can show her how beautiful she is before it’s too late…