Thursday, June 21, 2012

She


She loves me for who I am,
she loves me for who I’m not.

She loves me when I’m sick,
when I’m down,
when I’m scared.

She loves me when I want space,
when I’m distant,
when I’m mean.

She accepts me unconditionally
and supports my dreams.

I love her,
yes, I love her,
and still something inside me
tells me to run.


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