I can love your scars
I can love your flaws
I can love your darkness
I can love your growth
I can love your change
I can love your downs
I can heal your pain
I can heal your stains
I can heal your cuts
I can heal your tears
My heart has been broken and bruised
It's been stained and painted black
Through all of its calamity
It bounces back fast
And It can love you back
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
