When you see me crumpled and broken,
lying on the ground,
don't just stand there.
Don't pretend like it's not happening.
Instead pick me up off the ground and hold me while I cry.
Let me collapse like the beautiful mess I am.
In your arms,
help put me back together with your warm smile and kind eyes.
Soothe my ache with your beautiful laughter.
If you do these simple things,
I'll be yours.
And I'll be there for you,
no matter what.
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Author:
Bella (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2023 19:51
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Reasonable request and conveyed w believable honor. Nice. I liked it.
Thank you.
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