Self Aware of Love
And she thought words were beautiful even in the early morning….
The heart she bare on her sleeve was as transparent as her apologetic warnings. Daydreaming consistently,she was flawed but not boring. . Her every breath inhaled the scent of constant passion;
Pressing a pen onto paper was her weapon against reaction.
The complexity of her ways. ..left even the wisest to contemplating for days. This is not just a phase. .To be cursed with the constant of empathetic waves. Being so humbled, it hurts. Life was no game;Her love just put you first.
It’s just how she was created. .Never because she self -hated. . She never deserved to be ill-fated. .
She says that she’ll Fake it. Fake it until she makes it. I believe her because she’s strong.Where she is, is where she belongs.
This is how some are left confused--
Tilt there heads because there amused. Amused…to see someone not fighting to prove.
Feeling no need to ramble bad vocabulary.Is in comparison quite the contrary.
She enjoys observing the surroundings while listening. She want to get what she’s been giving. What Im trying to convey..Even if your in your battle everday.
Never let others change your ways.
Never let circumstances cause dismay.
Copyright © Sara Lucas | Year Posted 2017
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