Beautiful
Damage
Too
trusting, arms outstretched
I love
you as I walk away
You
made me yours before I knew you and it wasn’t fair
Circumstances
shaped you
A
mother who didn’t care
Looked
for her next hook-up, her next fix
A
father who was as cold as an ice box
And
you, still trusting
Still
loving
Opening
your heart to me
Love
and hope on your face
I couldn’t
walk far
I turned
around and you hugged me,
Damaged
goods, but good enough for you.
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