The woman whose favorite color is purple Her favorite word is 'rebel' Her favorite game is hurting me Her spite is a scar her childhood left The woman who measures time with wounds At odds with her past She is a girl who turns to God at night She is rebellious during the day Like kites with their ropes coiled up We could neither fly together without minding the world Nor go away to our different roads Scattered by the wind, unamenable You and me She stringed the hearts she broke on a rope Still, she hurt herself the most. She leaves bread crumbs behind So that the birds would eat her footprints Her favorite sound is voices of the children But she has never wanted to be a mother herself She has never taken root so she could walk away one day Like kites with their ropes coiled up We could neither fly together without minding the world Nor go away to our different roads Scattered by the wind, unamenable You and me Still finding each other somehow Even though we were cheating on the ones we love The woman to whom I made love through tears Like kites with their ropes coiled up We could neither fly together without minding the world Nor go away to our different roads Scattered by the wind, unamenable You and me The woman with whom I fell asleep many nights Only to wake up alone each time
The woman with whom I fell asleep many nights Only to wake up alone each time
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