Rachel

My wayward girl 
Complex little Rachel
Your puzzle I can see
Why can’t I be the last piece
You returned home last summer
And you’re just as blue as ever
I followed you with a kerchief to wipe your eyes
As the salt water mixes with black makeup
I know you’re shy when your less than perfect
But I see the fault line
I have the glue if you would just be mine
You made a house in the woods
Your hair grows as tall as the trees
Oh Rachel your red eyes cannot camouflage from me
I found your simplicity
In the path you made from mud and sticks
Ill be waiting at the end
With a bleeding heart and a box of matches
So I can see your face so lovely 
When at last you find me. 
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