We are a creation
spawned on a flawed easel
painted with the frayed brush fearing coloring outside of the lines
reflective of the small girl who's taught she means "limit" and he means "unlimited"
slowly pulling tight her hoodie strings
She is a spectrum with
a beauty so bright and unaware
with beautiful eyelashes grown
as long as her fight towards liberation
she’s told to pull tight her hoodie strings
She is love
good for the soul, but not always for a broken heart
she traces her footsteps
side-stepping the shards
pulling tight her hoodie strings
She is born a glass heart
carefully crafted on the outside
purposely left hollow on the inside
prepared to battle a world of devils masked as saints
she pulls tight her hoodie strings
One day,
someone will love you
almost as much as I do
I'll be your autumn breeze, whisking by you
and softly I'll sing
“I’ll pull tight your hoodie strings”
