Even in her mixed up mind
I somehow always knew
just how much she loved me,
but more so, how much she loved you
a diamond for a princess
whether from a king or cad
Burn down our invisible fences
which keep us from what we have
Tired of racing past these lessons
stopping abruptly with a halt that grinds
my guru crushed against the asphalt
I've killed again, this happy finding
You gotta stop and smell things
like burning rolls or rubber
Because every moment that your heart pings
makes it the best one, ever
#wakeup !
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