I come with special directions
Be careful when you open me
I have no secret confessions
Only love me tremendously
I am of simple form
Anchored not by beauty
I have my own unique “norm”
My soul resembles it purely
You possess all the tools needed
Not much assembly required
I’ve come to repair what’s jaded
Of your heartbreaks prior
So read the directions slowly
Assemble with that sweet kiss
I’m here to stop the tears from flowing
And to fill of what you’ve missed

 


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    Semblance

    I am but an image
    Built from your own mind
    A similitude of growing old
    And feeling dull
    I'm just a feeling
    Created from the depths of your soul
    A likeness only of her emotion
    And a pretense of her similarity
    Sometimes feebleminded
    Sporadically seethe with understanding
    A conception of representation
    A mere fragment, a breath of life
    Befitting an aura of darkness
    Absorbed by doubt
    Just a pretext of air
    I am almost wasting space
    I am but an analogy
    Lost but cosigned with hope
    You chose to confiscate me
    Don't mask my beauty
    I am what I am!

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