You spent so long
Wondering and asking
"How can anyone love me?"
And you counted your flaws
But didn't have any fingers left
For strengths
And when someone finally
Said they love you
All you could ask
"Why?"
Instead of telling them
That you love them, too
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
