LONER
January 25, 2015
The mirror only brings out the flaws,
what no one can see,
its all I have though, its me
the feeling of knowing all about a body,
how it acts during the best of times--
and the worst.
Like a mother gazing at her baby with endless love,
noticing things that no one else would,
babies are a gift,
but what do babies become--
us.
The most precious gift,
I will never forget that about myself
cherish it all. cherish yourself.
cherish love--
And cherish what's real.
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