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by A Fallen Dancer   May 26, 2008


Paint her with another color,
Won't you please?
Sprinkle your magic over her,
Like you did to those stupid cookies,
That she saw you make last night.
And give her a veil
To hide her face from others.
Suppress her thoughts,
With your weak willed words.
That's all you care for.
Can you hear her burning cries
Conceal your cowardly feelings,
Just for now, just for her at least.
Make it so she can't read your eyes,
It's so darn easy. But you aren't that.
She know that your heart beats,
Doesn't it? It should,
Just the same as hers.
Do you love her?
There's a passion, in the air,
It's all too tangible.
Your perception must be off,
Cause you see right through her.
Even as you walk right into her.
After all, she's just another,
Of that kind, right?
Don't you realize,
That you are too?
Revive yourself,
And look in the freaking mirror,
You're just the same.
Who cares about your
Darn clothes anyway.
I know she doesn't.
So wake up,
And just tell her,
The truth.

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