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im no harlequin girl.
You’re no simple blooded man
Yet daily you’re pretending
The world cant see what I can

Facades can only work
On an empty minded heart
But I see more than brooding temperment
A mind corrupt in art.

The senseless sighs
The misread looks
The silent glance
The twisted smile
Don’t take me for a whore
I see you’re something worthwhile

You assume I’m so much more
But so much less
I must confess
I make my judgments too
You judge me, and I judge you

I see you silently relinquish
A hope that noone should destingsh
A hope that life is more than fire
I see you wanting something higher

I don’t have any answers
Although I see your aspiration
I’ll tempt you, I’ll relent you
But know…I see your isolation