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  • amanda15_ac 3w

    ...and she lives in the spaces of your heart,
    Hoping that your wandering thoughts,
    Wander about her.

  • amanda15_ac 6w

    ...and if things aren't fine
    She'd rather know now
    Than when she's irreparably hurt

  • amanda15_ac 6w

    She's a blank map,
    Ink hearted,
    Void minded,
    Porcelain emotioned,
    Fixed like painted glass.
    She's empty,
    Too deep to be reached,
    Too lost to be found,
    Too scared to love,
    Trust or worry,
    Unbothered and weary.
    Call her unaware,
    Timid and insecure.
    She's insane,
    And creeps slowly
    Into their hearts,
    And possess all
    She's attracted to.
    She's helpless,
    Without the aid of a poem,
    Without a pen,
    To help carry all her burdens.