healing
I'm the scattered petals of a rose
I'll never go back together yet
you saw beauty in my brokenness -
and it was because of you that I was
sewn back together with a smile;
the scars remain and yet they do not
hinder me and you told me once that it
would take more than a couple scars
to robe me of my beauty, you are
the one that makes my heart sing.
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