You say you're looking for her,
the epitome of your ideal fille.
I'm not her,
but I'm damn close.
Two out of three can't be that bad...
When you say you're looking for her,
You're oblivious to the war
you've started deep inside of me.
It's a clash between my head and heart,
my mouth the battleground.
The cynic strikes the dreamer
who blocks the glancing blow
I fight to keep my mouth shut
while my heart screams,
"Open your eyes,I'm right here!"
I'm not her,
and I know I never will be.
There's no use trying
There's not point in pretending.
But there's still that little part of me,
A tiny piece of girlish hope,
That always wishes upon every star
and waits for 11:11.















Comments
Absoloutely beautiful poem in the mind of one whose forced to abandon ideals.
I can really relate to this
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Seduce my mind and you can have my body.
Find my soul and im yours forever
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"That rainbow thing is a gun?? I thought it was his Wizard wand!!"
-A-bear
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Reason will ring true regardless of who speaks it. Reason needs no voice to be heard.
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