Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Woman
I may never be as beautiful
Never be as thin
As your past
I may never be as memorable
Never be as special
As your first
However
I will always be
The greatness
The honest
And sometimes overly-generous
As I am known to be
I give my heart freely
My body not so much
So many people have so many pieces
I love, as though my heart has no limits
I trust as though it has never been broken before
Well, that may be an exaggeration.
So many times
I have been the one to lie
The one to cheat
Not the one to break down, and cry
My loves never left me
It was the other way around
I loved them, and left them
Turned their world upside down
I never felt remorse
Until it was done to me
The tables were turned
And my mind set free...
I am no longer that woman.
My lies made me honest.
My thefts made me generous
My confidence made me subtle
And my past has made me, me.
You may know me so well.
You may know my days
You may know my nights.
You may have pieces of it,
But you will never know my heart.
I am me. I am young and stupid, wise and beautiful. I am loud and crazy and passionate. I am never-ending. But of all of these, I am me.
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