Jo Jo’s Eyes

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So many real places
Converted to dreams
At last understanding
It’s just how she sees
There always is darkness
And yet she still sees
No limits in danger
And no pressing needs
Fear’s her companion
Survival her plan
She wipes away tears
With her own bloody hands
A moment to linger
Is a serious threat
Never known a stranger
Be nice to her yet
Hurry and please him
Do what they want
Just don’t believe them
Cuz they don’t know squat
Smile and be proud, girl
Hide love in your heart
And maybe some day soon
It’ll breathe out through art

 

[ Wishing Jo Jo sweet dreams! --SynthGirl :) ]

 

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