It's true. There are nights when I lay here and wonder if we're good enough for each other. Or whether I'm good enough for you. But that all changed when I decided to write about you on the walls inside my heart.
Imagine the bathroom at your favorite bar. Now picture all the quotations, poems and random one liners inscribed on the walls of those dirty bathroom doors. What we might not think about is the state of mind someone was in when writing those words. Perhaps a little heavy on the truth serum? Without truth serum, I wrote on the walls of my heart for you. The dirty walls of my heart that keep encrypted secrets and sentences that mean nothing to anyone but me. I tried to put you in a love song, a beautiful poem and even a diary. Oddly enough the only place that seemed to fit was on the walls of my heart.
Lifted, grateful girl
Lost in her own possessions
Provided little love
Gave too much of herself
Now protecting the broken pieces
With false accusations of security
Mama says everything will turn out fine
But fine was never good enough
Where's my pretty palace
With lace curtains that line the sun-drenched hall
Where's the unbreakable man standing tall
Little girl lost in this small world
Searching, climbing, spinning like a top
In her favorite flowered dress
All she ever wanted was that fairytale
But people don't lie in fairytales
People don't die in fairytales
And people always dance until dawn
A prince will not do
And neither will you
Little girl dancing her song
As you interpret the moves you don't even understand
To mean something you're not ready to know
Never leaving this fairytale behind
One day maybe you can write your own
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