She’s not there yet

She questioned herself from tip to toe.

Not about one boy, not about his soul.

She questioned herself about the place she was going,

Because at present, she was definitely swaying.

Away from her promises, away from her hopes.

Towards the place she promised she wouldn’t go.

She stares into the mirror every time she finds one

And hates herself for what she’s done.

She’s allowed love to overpower her conscience.

She’s allowed love to control her actions.

She wants no part in allowing herself to dwell in misery.

But somehow she finds herself caught in the middle of her history.

They consist of many avoidable mistakes,

Which she knows she shouldn’t have made.

But since she has it makes her whole,

Because baby those scars pronounced her aching soul.

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