She is.

You never heard

A silent gesture,

You never responded

a silent love letter.

I never said

more than

between the lines.

I always was

a romantic pant-shirt.

Your rudest comments

and

sly remarks,

they never will come back

to pierce my heart the same.

Your little facial experiments

And

your heartbreaking anthems,

they’ll never come back

to pierce my heart the same.

Your respect and dignity

will always be clothed in your dress,

but honey,

your negative

mean

critic side

will never come back to

pierce my heart the same.

She is a grown-up book now

She is the newspaper headlines now

She is a scholarship letter now

She is the happiest pink sky now

She is the most expensive social lyric now

She is a rollercoaster tied to an adventurous road now

She has more than 100 lovers now

She is taller than you now.

She is smarter than your evil ways now.

Your whateverness will not

come back to pierce her heart ever again.

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