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Cruel

The world is cruel sometimes

For here I am loving you

Yet there you are, loving her

©Maria Michaela

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Miss Me

Miss me when the days are long

Miss me not when I’m gone.

Miss me when the moon isn’t full

Miss me not when I’m gone.

Miss me anytime just not when I’m gone.

Let Me Be

Let me kiss you the way you’d want to

Let me hold you close

Let me not promise the world but to be there when the world ends

Let me be with you til the dawn breaks

Til the sun sets on us

Til we grow old and until our life is spent

Let me be…

Reflect

Look at the mirror

See a face

Sometimes I see the reflection of the real me

But oftentimes

She hides so far away that she’s out of reach

Here’s To Me

Here’s to all the tears I used to cry

To all the pieces of my broken heart

To all the boys I felt was my end, that I’d die

And all the times I felt falling apart.

Here’s to what I’ve overcome so far

To getting up after being knocked down

To not giving up despite losing the war

Here’s to everything

Here’s to me!

Better, I

I try to better myself, I really do

But it always seems

I fail

I fall

Like I’m never going to be good enough

Fixing

They thought I need fixing

So they did a lot of mixing

Add some spice to my “lonely” life

Then maybe I’ll be somebody’s wife

I let them do what they think is helping me

While deep inside I plot my own story

Because I prefer to be just free

I walk around and see a mirror

I look away because I don’t like what I see

I never liked what it shows me

The girl with all the flaws

But the mirror never lies

Why can’t it?

I wish for once it would

Ideal Woman

I’m not the ideal woman

I think I never will

I don’t think or act like any man’s ideal.

But I’m fine,

Because I am my own ideal woman

Love Me

Love me more

Love me a little

Love me once

Or love me never

The choice is yours

Still, I wish you would

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