Strangers

Wed, 08/14/2013 - 00:27 -- Frances

You haven’t seen me at my worst

You haven’t seen me with my eyes filled with tears
And my heart filled with hate

You haven’t seen my scars

You haven’t discovered the dark places in the corner of my mind

And you haven’t heard the thoughts that run through my head

 

The idea of me is as pure as a new born

Nothing can taint my image at the moment

Not until you get to know what is under the surface

Underneath my porcelain skin and long hair

Is a girl that you may never know

Unless that’s what you want

 

Climb over my high walls of ivy

Once you have conquered the walls,

Walls that I have spent so long building,

You will find me.

 

But let’s not taint this beautiful image.

Let’s keep the feelings

The ones that feel like that moment before a kiss;

Your heart fluttering

Everything is pure

Nothing is wrong

 

Let’s not kiss

And freeze time once we are about to

That way, we will walk away with no regrets

And nothing but the feeling of bliss

And the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

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