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My love for him is as pure and naive as a
little girl's undying devotion to her teddy bear
(Mr. fuzzball holds his permanent place
as guardian of my bookshelf and my suitcases
if I ever travel)
His love for me is as sick and cruel as a
little boy's need to wreck his own toy cars
(He makes sure to tear apart every woman
that falls for his charms
before promptly tossing her aside)
I am a little girl reaching out
to the bluebird that skips across my windowpane
not because I want to cage him but only because
I want to know what it feels like to touch freedom and sail the skies
to come just that little bit closer to the moon and the sun
I am a little girl reaching out
to the helium-filled balloon being windblown farther away
and as I keep chasing to no avail I carelessly climb a tree and scrape my knee
Still, that ruby red balloon escapes me
and I am left bruised and sore as I watch it soar far beyond my grasp
In the biased society we live in,
males will always be liberated bluebirds
failing to realize their own blessing of having functional wings
In the unadulterated mind I live in,
you will always be that bright balloon
easily abandoning me for reasons as invisible as the winds
little girl's undying devotion to her teddy bear
(Mr. fuzzball holds his permanent place
as guardian of my bookshelf and my suitcases
if I ever travel)
His love for me is as sick and cruel as a
little boy's need to wreck his own toy cars
(He makes sure to tear apart every woman
that falls for his charms
before promptly tossing her aside)
I am a little girl reaching out
to the bluebird that skips across my windowpane
not because I want to cage him but only because
I want to know what it feels like to touch freedom and sail the skies
to come just that little bit closer to the moon and the sun
I am a little girl reaching out
to the helium-filled balloon being windblown farther away
and as I keep chasing to no avail I carelessly climb a tree and scrape my knee
Still, that ruby red balloon escapes me
and I am left bruised and sore as I watch it soar far beyond my grasp
In the biased society we live in,
males will always be liberated bluebirds
failing to realize their own blessing of having functional wings
In the unadulterated mind I live in,
you will always be that bright balloon
easily abandoning me for reasons as invisible as the winds
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Really really good...such great visuals and sad realities