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As I stroke her hair, I try to ignore the voices
coming from the fan blades.
Another sign, another symptom,
Always someone or something asking me to
Pay attention, and then promptly
Running away when I look up.
No one stays forever.
Everyone wants something from me.
Even the voices in my head.
Life twists and turns like her
Golden strands and I wish for once
It could all be as beautiful as her.
I've shed enough tears today
And I will shed more tomorrow,
Rain drops that sting like razor blades
And threaten even the best parts of me.
The future is brighter.
This I know.
It lies in dark brown eyes and
Hardwood, the scents of which
Complete me, all the while competing for my attention.
I love her.
I wish my body loved me as much,
And promised me the life that she did.
coming from the fan blades.
Another sign, another symptom,
Always someone or something asking me to
Pay attention, and then promptly
Running away when I look up.
No one stays forever.
Everyone wants something from me.
Even the voices in my head.
Life twists and turns like her
Golden strands and I wish for once
It could all be as beautiful as her.
I've shed enough tears today
And I will shed more tomorrow,
Rain drops that sting like razor blades
And threaten even the best parts of me.
The future is brighter.
This I know.
It lies in dark brown eyes and
Hardwood, the scents of which
Complete me, all the while competing for my attention.
I love her.
I wish my body loved me as much,
And promised me the life that she did.
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