Joan Hart

Your fingers electrify my skin
And send shivers down my spine
I’m so very aware
Of your hand in mine
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They measure intelligence -
The reflection of the mind

They measure your appearance
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It's such a struggle
to keep these feet on the ground,
they seem intent to fly.
What use is my head
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Bottom of the bottle
I’m visiting tonight.
I’m swiftly on my way -
Your face is in my sight.
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Your eyes lead to places
As cold and hard as stone
Your stubbornness leaves you
Destined to be alone
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I look the same
as I did yesterday
as I stare into the mirror
Just the same girl
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I do not understand, I cannot see the appeal
In what you settle for

Like a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes
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This skin I wear
Doesn’t fit
It’s tight in some places,
Smothering me
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Teacher teach me
How to speak
This language -
I’ve been mute
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I am light,
A feather that rides
On gusts of wind.
My feet graze the Earth faintly
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This structure
Was beautiful,
An intricate weaving
Of hearts -
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I never learned the steps
to this particular dance
I am a wallflower-
watching.
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Lines
Drawn in the sand
Surround us
Where we stand
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I wish you had broken me,
A nice, clean break
A cut deep but final
With no lingering ache
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This melody
Takes me
To days when I hung my hopes
On the ocean
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Walking to your car
Can you smell the rain?
You want to live to be one thousand,
Don't know how you'd stand the pain
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I measure
And count
The pain that comes from you
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A poison to the heart -
It often is quite fatal
A smiling face administers
The surprise betrayal
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My toes curl into the sand, trying desperately to anchor me down
You don’t understand.
It’s a battle, a war, to keep hold of reality
A constant effort - the slightest of distractions,
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For moments when I’m weak
And can no longer stand,
I built myself a wall
To lend a helping hand
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