if you could see the way i feel
the vivacious colors would blind you from their intensity
you ruminate in my thoughts and prayers
there is no judgement, unknown context, a misunderstanding
we all have our scars
as the song goes:
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
praying incessantly
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