Didn’t you know the best part of me is how imperfect i can be .
I’m a glasses girl with funny shaped lips
And a big imagination
I live in stories and who could pull me out
Who could read between her lines and love her there
Waiting in an ocean .
Black eyes white panties waiting to escape
Rip me into your beating heart
Show me the darkest secrets where i can love .
But didn’t you know I’m the girl in converse and a dress .
You say , your not so pretty any more
You say , you didn’t love me enough
You never loved me whole
I’m a cake that brings warm memories
I’m a memory you never had before
I’m a drop of rain you hold in the palm of your hand never to escape .
Here i am alone writing stories .
Who will understand me
Have the strength to love me
As i file them away
I dream of winter
And now you can’t take the best part of me .
Like coated cotton candy
And antique stores
You’ll never find that flavor
No one knows my name
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