Beautifully broken is what
she is, but I adore her.
I wait on the sidelines, my
love a shadow following her on.
I watch as she stares into
the horizon, her core innocence captured in the suns rays. I know she's
thinking of him. Of how he did her wrong.
But don't you know I love
you? Don't you know I care. I know if I kissed those sweet lips I would taste
the pain, your weariness...but never fear my love, for it is my strong arms
that offer healing, my chest to offer refuge...if only you would see, if only
you would hear my hearts cry.
But you're beautifully broken
by some one else, and for that you may never love me...
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