Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

I saw her fears sleeping with her, And her naked soul while she was crying; Her eyes spoke the truth when she was lying, Her pure heart was everything she could offer.

Silence talked when she had so much to say, She was looking straight when her soul was crying; Her laugh was often understood astray, She needed someone on whom she could be relying.

Now, tell me, how much do you know about her? Do you know every inch of her soul and skin? Or is there in your head a version of herself, which you prefer? Just don’t forget. Take care of her, for through so much she has been.

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