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twistedsilk21 — Two sides
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The woman who I often sawSeemed to be one with no flaw
Red hair carried by the wind
Her green eyes said she’d never sinned
Her waist was slim, her legs were long
She walked downtown like she belonged
No fear was noted in her stride
No anxiety was felt, she stood with pride
The confidence the charisma ran over on the street
Now, that’s someone I’d like to meet…
One thing everyday, is always there
It’s the girl on the bench, with long brown hair
She sits satisfied with herself, so content
Like by God himself she was sent
Her curious brown eyes absorbing the scene
Not a bone in her body could possibly be mean
She sits alone, but she sits tall
I’ll bet she has no worries at all
Not even the cold or hardness of her seat
Now that’s someone Id surely like to meet…
My soul cries as I sit here alone
I wish that my heart were made of stone
I want to be loved, I want to be pretty
I want to be more then surrounded by the city
The odd ball, not one with the crowd
That’s the only role I’ve been aloud
My brown hair, brown eyes, all so plain
Everywhere to go, with nothing to gain
One day in the red heads shoes would be gold
Just one chance to be her before I grow old…
As I walk downtown on my daily route
My head is filled with so much doubt
As the day before I drink my coffee to go
I can’t be late again-the boss will blow
So I hustle down the street with the crowd
I wonder how many times late is aloud
Just one day of peace like the girl on the bench
Just one chance to escape my “white picket fence”
My day here consists of learning
Inside my soul something is burning,
I sit on the bench and watch the world go by
Like I’m searching for a reason not to cry
I watch the red head, confidence flowing
Her dress is perfect even with the wind blowing
Her beauty glows around her like sun rays
I wish I could be her, live her days
The girl on the bench keeps my attention
I have no one to tell, not even mention
I feel though as if we’re connected
But I’m in no mood to be rejected
Last night was another night in hell
He slapped me again and began to yell
If I was that girl, beautiful and strong
I would never have to sing this song…
Two girls, both beautiful in their own ways,
They never know the real tune the other’s plays
The two worlds touched but forgot to hold
They had a lot in common, much to be told
They tell a story worth a thousand more
One that should touch you deep in your core
Never read a person from the outside in
You never truly know where they’ve been
Give your glance just one more look
A quick glimpse could be mistook
This story tells if you can- grab and hold
There could be another story to be told
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"My first thought was, he lied in every word
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the workings of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby."
The oppressive mask we wear to be strong against the world may be admired by many... but be ware of becoming the victim of the lie.
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