REPAIR
This is what is left over of me.Broken down and rubble and debris.
The only thing is
Pain and hurt and misery.
You came along and changed that for me.
Slowly,
so slowly.
Meant for me.
You have your
Soft voice, steady hands.
Dreams and pain and plans.
Hopes, fears.
Broken promises and wasted years.
Hurting myself, Hurting you.
Confusion, despair,
and
Finally,
Repair.
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