A beautiful girl
Stands before me
Her eyes dark
She smiles
So widely
She loves me
So little
While I love her
So much
I don't care
About the wall
So evident if you look:
The bags beneath her eyes
The chapped lips
The faint mark of anger
Ever present in her gaze
I don't care
If you cry at night
But never in front of me
I just care
If you're there for me
When I need you to be
And you're there for me
One day though
I want you
To be you
And see if I will still love you
When the mask is gone....
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