My darling,

You make broken look beautiful.

And tears look like crowns.

The shards of your heart.

Are a weapon, no doubt.

You don't have to protect it.

Muscle battered and torn.

Just know I won't quit.

Seen in love, and not scorn.

For the sun makes a halo,

Out of your hair.

And teardrops are just,

A reflecton you care.


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