i'm sick of writing poems instead of speaking my mind

but it's hopeless to dream because i will never find

someone to listen to me talk about my favorite shades of green

and the reasons behind my obsession with the unseen 

i may as well lie down on my grave

because they'll forget me in a day

i'm the girl who laughs too much, who's sort of wack and out of touch

but i'm so much more than that!

i'm paint layers on a canvas, i'm a vintage wedding dress

hanging in your closet, broken and beautiful

but i will never tell you, so i guess you'll never know 

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