| she created her own reality... of what seems to be her own little world What is this light, That shines when you enter, Like a star in the night, and what's to prevent her, from destroying my sight, if she centres all of it on me. Who is this girl, Such glamour on main street. Soulful eyes, Aristocratic eyes, Black hair with slight streaks of blonde Pulled into a somewhat messily neat look. Her clothes.. A cast off look, Wore them limey green From the chipped brooch at her neck To the jeans at her hips That swept the ground when she walked. Who is this? "but, me.." says the girl. |
| but, me.. |
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