Tuesday 27 September 2016

Perhaps...


Perhaps she loves a little excessively,
cause she was loved a little less.
perhaps she likes clearing your head,
cause her mind's in such a mess.
Maybe she clings long and hard
to souls that give her love,
cause the one soul who loved her much
was taken early above.
What if her search for comfort,
stems from a lack of care,
from all the love she didn't receive,
from lovers who were't really there.
Consider maybe she's lost too much,
love, soul, words and touch
and maybe she feels responsible
to make up for all the loss in the 'verse
and reverse hate for those feeling cursed.
Perhaps her happy smile is a strong disguise,
of the heavy soul that holds on to demise
and maybe it's anything but wise
to repress sadness, behind joyful eyes.
Perhaps she is sick of losing,
and sick of bruising,
and so very tired of choosing
between dealing with her anger
or hiding it away,
that she's chosen a coping mechanism
that's stronger in a way.
She loves like she'll never run out,
her soul, friendly and devout,
Perhaps you need to give her a chance,
to sing with your soul, and lead the dance.

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