She's Real
By: Cry
Let me take this opportunity to tell everyone about somebody real, because hardly ever are REAL people talked about on here. it's always fictional characters. so this is based on a girl that I met online, she's from the same town that I am, and I have NEVER truly met her in person. I thought it'd be interesting to write about someone based on who they are BEFORE actually hanging out with the person. so this is completely off the top about what kind of person she is and some of what she does.. here we go...
Her name is Sarah!
She's real.. well... how can I put this?
because now that I've looked in,
I found that I'm lookin' at one that's beautiful minded,
the type of girl that'll defuse an ill eye-lid,
and few of you find this - you take it for granted,
looking for something she should already have, and
telling herself that his face isn't havoc,
while her hate for him's habbit,
it's Alice chasin' the rabbit, when he should chase her,
instead she's smashing the hardwood face first,
and I try to relate hurt; the pain of finding out,
about where a baby might be found..
but through the haze and dividing clouds, she realizes
that what she holds is real life, it's
her son, the real one, even she knows it's real love this time,
she deserves more but this may be enough in life,
lately she's touched inside.. growing confident,
growing honest and showing loss can give,
holding an honest kid, because that's how she'll raise him,
her heart was once a rock, now wheels replace it,
she'll embrace this going downhill; love always forward,
and for him, just always four words...
"I love you, Cohen."
lifted in a mother's hold you know is
safe and never homeless, she takes her tender slow kiss,
togethered noses, butterfly kisses erupt,
she knows under five isn't enough..
but she won't doubt this is love, this baby is hers,
there's no straining this curse,
it's everlasting, he will always get her passion,
and at this.. signs above every girl's head says [insert average].
SHE'S SO BRAVE. YOUNG.
and I said this to start with, she's artsy and markets
a language so smoothe yet it's hardly her hearts width,
scarring is far in, she's past all that now -
and as far as good looks she's passed all that down,
this crap all bad town gave a sound that made my head turn,
I got to know her so well that I forgot how I met her,
she's a child's protector, now the clouds uncurl
because there are few like her found around the world -
this turned out about a girl, and I respect how she feels,
so I wrote a piece to tell..
and project how she's real.
quick and easy..
peace, luv!
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