Somethin’ I wrote in the summer after watching something? I don’t actually remember what this refers to anymore. Just a video, of a girl, and her paintings. Well now it’s a poem of…
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Lifting, the mind
Ever watchful
Waiting till the stars
Paint the way home
A little girl
Drags her finger
Across the page
A trail of blue paint
Delicately thought out
Maps to the heart
But the tall one never
Gives much notice
And so
The true meaning
Is lost
And all they are
They are just
Silly doodles
Of a 5 year old
And you wonder why
She became so distant
As she got older
Accusing you:
“You don’t understand!”
Well
From the very beginning
You never tried to
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