Your Photographs

You're so different now.

You and all those beautiful people

Staring back at me in photographs

Perfect hair and perfect clothes

I was never about all that.

I ran free with mud on my feet

Wind beneath my bent-feathered wings

You didn't seem to mind;

In fact, I thought you liked it.

You have to understand,

All of those beautiful people,

You are trying so hard to be like them;

I will never be like that -

I will never even try.

◄ The Devil

Candle ►

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