Your shell holds so many different melodies.
Different tones that depend on the notes
and the notes are words that mean stories
about what she felt when she eloped
and about the loses and trophies.
Your purple on the outside, where its hard
and if you fell the beat is always there.
Continue playing that face card.
Continue giving when it seems like no one cares.
Play it, let it be loud.
When its loud there is no noise.
Tell the queen to make that sound.
When there is no noise, nothing matters
not school, trying to find a job, or boys.
You tell me tales of her and him
You tell me tales of California dreamin
and of the streets of Harlem.
You tell me tales of things that could happen to me.
You tell me tales of hard times, young girls, and greed.
but none of these tales scare me from you
because she is too nice to be true
and he is too scared of my feelings to pursue
my mind. So I need you and you need me too.
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