Different Prospective: Gifted

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Anonymous

I love you
The flesh that has gifted me humanity from the darkness I grew my own from
My brothers that have gifted me family more than my own blood
Young flowers in the storm
Broken roses on the run, numb to love
I try to act like I can heal your heart, take away scars you never asked me to remove
Maybe in another life I was gifted the hands to hold you
But even after I pass through this life my fingertips will remember the skin they brushed
They will remember the raw feeling of love I had never had before
Something you gifted me
God has gifted me eyes to see your soul shine
To have experienced that
And every day I will wake grateful that I was graced the chance to hold you in my arms
That we were gifted
And that we always will be

- Anonymous

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