What Sasha Sees

What do you think she sees?

I know you like to make-believe

Like it’s right for you to make the call, for her.

For what you feel she needs.

But I know her better. I know when she’s feeling down.

When frosty bangs hang low across her brow,

Who can say what Sasha needs?

Remember, I was there. We were modern history.

We made castles of blanket forts,

And fell asleep on the same front porch.

And even though we couldn’t speak,

We shared a home, and the bond was so deep…

So, maybe we’ll never agree

On what’s behind those hazy eyes.

But I say there’s more to her than you’d like to believe.

If you could see Sasha the way I did,

You’d be surprised.

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