She never needed a phone to reach them.
She never needed a needle to prick herself.
Wood chips and silence,
broken friendships and empty promises.
I found it all so refreshing
because I saw it only as
a dismal blur before.
Her eyes, so blue,
so young. She caught me
in time-warp
and I floated away
in her constructed
tornado.
And even though I
saw through her
emptiness,
I felt so whole.
I felt so whole.
Written about someone.
She never needed a needle to prick herself.
Wood chips and silence,
broken friendships and empty promises.
I found it all so refreshing
because I saw it only as
a dismal blur before.
Her eyes, so blue,
so young. She caught me
in time-warp
and I floated away
in her constructed
tornado.
And even though I
saw through her
emptiness,
I felt so whole.
I felt so whole.
Written about someone.
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