• musings21 9w

    She'd fly kites on the bruises of the skies
    And worry about a happy tomorrow
    She'd sneak past midnight
    To let go of all the built up bricks of sorrow
    She'd wonder a few times each
    What would've they said if they knew what she said
    Would make her leap
    She'd craddle her tears with her arms
    And paint a beautiful misery
    She'd laugh along the waves of the shore
    But you'd never know the grief she held in her heart's core
    You'd gently ask her what's the time
    She'd say you'd never want to know
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