She's Like A Superhero...But Weaker
This is my struggle with cope.
This is my life story with trust.
My need to be constantly caring.
To never judge a book by it's cover,
even if I can't open it for a quick swim-thru.
But he promised me.
And nobody promises me things anymore.
They all know I take them dead serious.
He's got a voice that's calming.
Smooth and soft.
Like honey. Dripping on the right syllables.
It keeps me on edge; his charm.
I eat it up, I swear.
And it makes me feel like my trust
has never been broken by a single soul.
My quirks are seemingly mainstream.
His beautiful baby girl.
I like the difference I hear.
The G00D difference.
My eyes water and I feel the burning all over again,
bleach.
It hurts but I don't cry.
Just a flashback.
My skin is soft, my feet rough from running.
He says my eyes are sexy.
Sexy from injury, but all the same.
I hear it in his voice, he's effortlessly charming.
-His Beautiful Baby Girl. ♥
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