you are branches of a better tree,
a road beyond recognition that i
search for meaning
search for pieces to the endless puzzle
i struggle to find
my own
soul
the curvature in this pavement
suggests
i may rest, i may try to start again
but i will never reach the end
because this beauty is only
sweet
when you're young
when you don't have to pretend
i might have grown past
that stage
with wilting flowers in
aging hair
i am a little girl
but i still want you to hold me
in your arms
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
