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Lead Crowns and Copper Clouds


There's a girl I knew

Who wore a curtain over her face

That blurred the person underneath

And stole her precious personality

 

She lived on cloud 9

In a house made of broken hearts

Surrounded by people with lead crowns

Who whispered in her ear

 

Every day she walked past me

And my special little box

That was made of paper walls

And warnings she didn't hear

 

One day she met a boy

Who breathed blue smoke

And lived in a laughing abyss

Where they made a deal

 

He promised her heaven

Where they would ride on copper clouds

And float on eternity's shoulders

While the ground dissolved like tears

 

Then it all started to happen so fast

She burned down my paper walls

While a girl in a skirt stole her crown

And the boy ran away on their copper clouds

 

I couldn't breathe in all the blue smoke

She couldn't stand to hear my warnings

The boy fell off eternity's shoulders

And we were all dragged down

 

Everyone wears a curtain over their face

It's sad how much they love it

Until the illusion is torn down

Dancing to a different beat

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No one said that you are going to go through life unscathed. You will be hurt. You are going to hate people and people are going to hate you. You will even hate yourself. But those are not good enough reasons to give up. Someone out there loves you and cares about you and it will never be enough for you to love them back. You can’t just be done because your expectations weren’t met. You don’t deserve what you have, and until you understand that, you will never be happy with what you get.

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The Darcy Perspective
<p>Thank you very much. I have a voice, I want to get out there as a writer, but not just any writer. I want this to be personal for people, and for them to understand.</p>
CheyCheyMurano
<p>Ooooooh I like this a lot!! Great imagery and better message!</p>

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