Photo by Andrea Piacquadio

And she always wondered why,

Even when she cried.

Will her dreams touch the stars?

Will her voice be heard?

When her moment will come?

Where she can feel the sun?

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I am a cracked canvas,

Broken by random jagged lines,

Only to reveal a glowing underneath.

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My heart is mellow,

My heart is bold,

My heart has stories never to be told.

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Flooding rain,

Clear blue sky,

This is what i am on the inside.

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Suffocating in tears,

A breath of fresh air,

Better than option two.

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