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She walks this earth inside her mind

Her fear of love has made her blind

She wears a smile with distant gleam

But all is well, or so it seems

She spat at love eternally

And swears this is the way to be

This is one thing she feels she can control

Yet there's a hollow in her soul

for which she can't quite fill the void

Thus, She walks though life quite paranoid

That there is something in her being

That's lying dormant; unforeseen

An imagined evil just on the surface

For which she cleverly keeps in place

By a trillion thoughts of self reduction

Repetitive thoughts; causing obstruction

Of true desire for what can make her feel

worthy of love, of life, of zeal . . .

So long these thoughts have tricked her mind

She scantly remembers there being a time

When she knew how to live outside of self

When she felt deserving of being blessed

She thought she could live this way forever

But the universe willed her to discover

The backwards spelling of the dormant evil

The love she stubbornly won't allow to spill

She fears the pain she may evoke

That take her breath; make her choke

That pains her more than anything else

Since her mind's convinced her she can't help herself

So she wears soft shoes that hurt her feet

As a constant reminder of past retreats

She has not learned the power of self forgiveness

For she's convinced she deserves no blessing

So love resides in remission; deeply submerged

For years in dormant; yet soon to be emerged

Love is pushing its way from inside out

Though she's quite successful at keeping Love out

Each time she feels Love peeking around

She changes directions to ensure she can't be found

Yet, God has other plans for this child, disguised as woman

LOVE WILL crawl from the hidden place she's tucked Love in...

--Written by CordieB

Description
She walks this earth inside her mind

Her fear of love has made her blind

She wears a smile with distant gleam

But all is well, or so it seems

She spat at love eternally

And swears this is the way to be

This is one thing she feels she can control

Yet there's a hollow in her soul

for which she can't quite fill the void

Thus, She walks though life quite paranoid

That there is something in her being

That's lying dormant; unforeseen

An imagined evil just on the surface

For which she cleverly keeps in place

By a trillion thoughts of self reduction

Repetitive thoughts; causing obstruction

Of true desire for what can make her feel

worthy of love, of life, of zeal . . .

So long these thoughts have tricked her mind

She scantly remembers there being a time

When she knew how to live outside of self

When she felt deserving of being blessed

She thought she could live this way forever

But the universe willed her to discover

The backwards spelling of the dormant evil

The love she stubbornly won't allow to spill

She fears the pain she may evoke

That take her breath; make her choke

That pains her more than anything else

Since her mind's convinced her she can't help herself

So she wears soft shoes that hurt her feet

As a constant reminder of past retreats

She has not learned the power of self forgiveness

For she's convinced she deserves no blessing

So love resides in remission; deeply submerged

For years in dormant; yet soon to be emerged

Love is pushing its way from inside out

Though she's quite successful at keeping Love out

Each time she feels Love peeking around

She changes directions to ensure she can't be found

Yet, God has other plans for this child, disguised as woman

LOVE WILL crawl from the hidden place she's tucked Love in...

--Written by CordieB