She Is of Flesh, Blood, and Bones
She
She who
Waits
Is the fool
His heart
Was chained
And she didn't
Hold the key
Her
Own was
Heavy and lonely
But lying to
Her only made
Things worse
Or was she
Lying to herself
Girl
Didn't know
How to make
Him look
Make him
Want her
At all
So she tried
Woman
Knew all
The faults
And truths
But let that girl
Play 'till sunrise
Left the door
Open for her
She
She found
Out exactly
What they mean
In all those songs
On the radio
Her heart pangs
And bangs
But it's real
She's real
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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