You are a piece of art to me…
So perfectly collaged you are,
though every piece of you,
was torn to shreds inside the storms
you had to face,
to meet me in my heart today.
I didn’t see you on your knees,
asking the sky why you were chosen,
to live the life you had to live,
and I didn’t get to see you cry,
all of those times you wanted to die;
all I see is what I see,
and it’s perfectly, perfect to me.
I know what you’ve been through,
I’ve been put through the wringer before,
and it brought me from being less of me,
to becoming more and more.
No part stays unpolished,
while everything else gets demolished.
I know the hell you had to walk through,
before you got to stand here before me,
without wanting to run away.
I won’t promise you forever and a day,
because promises sometimes break,
but the one thing I can promise you,
is that I will stay as long as time allows me to stay.
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