I don't see the real you
your like a figment of my imagination
a fairy tale trying to come true
beautiful blue that's what i call you
in the night you burn bright ,
but in the day you bring night
fear is the crutch , but you make
me handicap. Standing next to ..
but spinning in circles like a hub cap.
Running life circles , you seem tired baby
I think you should take a nap..pain is beauty
I hurt every time I see you. Attempting to pull
myself together is my mission, like walking
threw a room of strangers..with no tension.
Road map in hand searching for the real you,
Like a figment of my imagination, trying to
come true.
By: BTT
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