you're still the girl,
Standing on lone platforms
with sadness soaked eyes
and a dream in her heart.
Written on crumpled paper
like last nights phone number.
Still the girl,
the one to change the world
with a history of breaking hearts
and weakening knees,
neither your own...
Still the girl,
Standing on clifftops laughing
at the dying waves on cursed rocks below.
Like a siren, calling the sea to die.
Still the girl,
Who through nights of slumber
eyes burn bright
with a fire so fierce,
so hot, you burn white.
Still the girl.
With arms wrapped about my heart.
Neither in embrace nor strangulation
but still choking me in the dark.
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