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Your love could not reach me

I was the moon, always half obscured
I was a fool or a bitch at noon
You would laugh at my doll face
And I felt a rare bit of confidence
...
Your love could not reach me

My fragile shoulders on your chest
Inspired to stop acting brave
or do my best
And I felt a rare bit of relief
...
Your love could not reach me

After fighting with ease
All your unbearable charismatic qualities
We danced, glanced, smiled
As if the world was ours to take

Your love could not reach me
...
And how you tried to make me feel valuable
You tried to make me reliable
You tried to make me feel strong
You tried to make me feel that I don't need to be better
That I don't need to better
...
This one's for you
I hope it is as beautiful as you had wished
To show my gratitude
My sweet loving fruit

But my love could reach no one
Not even me



Credits
Writer(s): Isolde Van Den Bulcke
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