What freedom looks like
The sand on my feet don't feel the same.
Maybe it's because I am not running,
Running away from the burning flames.
I don't want to hide when I see your face
Maybe it's because you are not him .
You don't make me feel broken or ashamed
In your eyes I am perfect just the way I am.
I am beautiful and whole even with this hole.
How scared I must have been of loneliness
To not wait for you and settle in him.
Now I know what love is
Love is the way you hold me tight in your arms;
The way you look at me and smile;
this love doesn't hurt my pride
I love that you found me and keeper inside.
Because only your love can light up all this colors in my eyes.
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