Something Bold, Something True


I'm no artist, dolled up

and I'm not perfect, flawed is beautiful

and I'm worth it.

Shining so bright, to the world

its blinding, on my accord it is

real no binding

And this camera is winding back to the days

where I once stood and began and it

comes back flashing like a train that is passing

memories are dashing, lives are crashing

people are masking the truth, and trust and believe

I'm not here to judge, I'm just here to listen, cause I'm that faded girl

that someday too late you'll realize you're missing.                                 


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