Diary | Age 16

She

She glows around you like the moon
She smiles at her refection in a spoon
She reads expensive magazines
She sees herself in everything
- You can’t judge her for that
- She knows where her head is at
She’s tangled up in you
She’s laced up in your shoe
She’s got a ladder to the sky
She’s got a mad look in her eye
- You can’t judge her for that
- She knows where her head is at
She moves in simple curves
She speaks in simple words
& it’s simple to be in love with her
- You can’t judge her for that
- She knows where her head is at
- You call her home
- & you want to move in
- but a house is not a home
- & a home is not a house
- when there’s not enough
- room for you
- You call her home sweet
- home

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