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(.Take one.)

Boy meets girl
no that's not it at all
that's not it at all
and maybe it's just a brief narration
This is who I am,
little Miss Loquita
Crazy for you maybe
maybe, Baby
No. No this isn't a love note, not at all.
It's just a little bit of something
that started with hi
two people desired to be
then the world met me.

Past wooden stairs,
what once was a screen door,
and too many windows.
Just one too many windows.
There was only one window.
Obstacle from my intrepid determination
for isolation.
So, it was only a matter of time
before two eyes caught me by the hand,
two against one,
knowing that I'd run,
because young hearts crave disaster.
I crashed and burned,
and crashed again,
until fire felt like oxygen,
sweet to the touch,
life for the sin.
Us.
I never figured it was healthy to fall
like ribbons in air
autumn leaves in the...well...in the autumn

ribbons from my hair
red, yellows, and greens
and I chase the wind,
naturally,
catching nothing, but new direction.

Friends, fuck ups and funny lines
that's all it really is,
so there's no reason not to smile
You'd never understand.
Darkness is only darkness when you choose to be alone
it's not one of those midnight metaphors
it's the whites in their eyes
shattering black
as long as you choose not to turn your back.

This cruel world ain't so cruel after all,
and there's a lot I haven't seen
that won't reflect in broken mirrors
and razor blades.

So,
here goes nothing.
A shift of the heartstrings.
I guess I should tell you I lied.
There was more than one window
after all,
just one too many.
No, that's not it at all
that's not it at all.
It's just that chapter full of tears and shivers,
before the glam and glory,
the words the world learns to read, to write their own
true story.