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"untitled"
by theusedpoet (2005-02-02.01) |
go ahead- dream of her. create her how she must be.
paint me pretty.
the gurl who graduated early. went to college. got her degree. the gurl who had a "rough" past. did too many drugs. was exposed to too much. who put up with too much. got into that cycle. the gurl who broke free. of men. of expectations. the gurl who's living on a mountain now. board in hand. ready for anything.
she speaks her mind. won't take too much. she will never let herself down anymore. she is one of the boys. loves beer and hockey. stays up too late. wakes up too early. always is smiling. laughing. she's always ready and willing. she has that sparkle in her eye.
she loves life. and will always love you.
looking into the mirror that's not me. but go ahead, smile at her that way. dream of her and plan out the future you've always dreamed of- - -i bet she dreamed it too.
because that's wat she does. that's how she got you.
but tonight? tonight, i hope, when she goes to sleep she'll wake up not beside you but inside herself with a clearer mind. a level head. because tho she's been painted this way. tho she loves this masquerade. she can only fool herself for so long. she can only hide the scars of her soul so much.
because she?
she's a woman with all the qualities of that dream gurl you feel asleep with. but she has fears. an elaborate past where she cannot tell where reality really has stepped and imagination has painted. she has this heart that has hated love for uncountless years. has this dream of a prince come true...not with the perfectness but the realness of it.
she speaks her mind. won't take depression at it's face value. reaches out and feels her heart breaking everytime she sees sumone cry. she's pro'ly too compassionate for her own good.
this woman is not strong. but has done wat she's had to do.
she's never meant to hurt you nor deceive you. so as you wake in the morning and find, in your bed, a stranger with a familiar smile, don't roll over and get up feeling angry. feeling hurt.
because that day?
that's her first day without a mask. without an agenda or ill motivation.
and she's going to be hiding under those covers.
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