"You're sad" he said
"How could you tell?" she replied, mascara running down her cheeks
So he took her in his arms
And her aching heart began to heal
The broken pieces knitted themselves together again
leaving ridged scars
"How could you love a heart like this?" She asked, thinking about the scars
"Because it's what makes you special" he whispered and loved her ever after
~F.M.F
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Poems, Dreams, and Me
PoetryA collection of poems and dreams... As you open up this book Curled up in your reading nook Please give it a second look And swim in this poet's brook ~F.M.F (me)
