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Home> Fiction> not Tonight. --^
Not Tonight.
Some days, she's fine.
Feelings of inadequecy rests just beneath her skin.
Confusion and grief hide deeper within
Her soul - a labyrinth of dream and belief,
Anger, helplessness - need for relief.
She reaches to a lifeline that cuts to the bone.
She bows her head. She feels alone.
But some days, she's fine.
There's a thin veil of - what? - over her eyes.
The light can't come through. The good is disguised.
She can't see herself, as the mirror and I do,
We see beauty and grace and a heart that is true.
She deserves to be loved and loving and free,
So I say. But she won't listen to me...
Then again, some days she's fine.
She seems to be dying for friendly human touch,
But then again, they say I worry too much.
In my mind I see a single glistening tear,
I hear a soft cry for help from a prisoner of fear.
I see a girl in need, but in need of what?
The need to be loved or the need to cut?
Oh, sometimes she's fine.
But not tonight.
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