My Mona Lisa
Be who you are,
no matter the cost.
For in the end,
that’s all you’ve got.
It pains me to watch;
you clearly don’t see
all that you are,
you’re so beautiful to me.
Uniqueness be a virtue
to those of kind souls,
you were there for everyone
to their hearts, you mend holes.
Fix what is broken
leave clear what are not.
Tuck your sorrows out of sight
give love a fair shot.
I will hold you when you fall
and help you to your feet.
The world can be cruel,
but this game can be beat.
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The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth
PoetryPoetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.
