Her
She listens to my voice sing,
Her eye's pierce through my soul.
She experiences my trust, clenching
and never wanting to let go.
She's the type who understands,
embracing my feelings and dignity.
She's known as "Her" to my imagination,
Conducting on how she feels about me.
I've seen Her body running far from me,
which scares me how I seen this world.
She's afraid of me and said I'm scary,
I thought I was helping but yet left torn.
Her, will come back,
maybe a different body and look.
Her, can be that body who ran away,
who allowed the world to puzzle her.
I'm waiting for Her to come back,
to forgive what I've been and to accept.
Forgive and forget is the key in life,
when no one deserves to ever be upset.
Im tired tho, and Her can appear,
may not be you my old bestfriend, but
Her is the acceptance in my own tongue.
Her is near but I cannot tell,
who she is and what she does, but
I know that we are in the same place.
It's not the person but whats inside
We speak the same, choose the truth.
She wont be afraid of how I can be.
Whats wrong with over protection?
But I'm that dirt pile people kick over,
Her will fix mix me and claim my lover.
Now your happier and so am I, but
Her is near and you'll disappear...
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