You & Me
I like the way your think.
That me and you.
Weren't really made.
The same way.
As the world wanted.
Like were defective.
And the way.
That you embrace our.
Imperfections.
The way that you.
Told me how.
Your got that scar.
Like your almost proud.
Makes me wince.
Or how you want.
To be free.
Yet you can't.
Give in.
To freedom.
It's like your haunted.
And everyone around you.
Can feel your ghosts.
Squirming in the air.
Nibbling on your fingertips.
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