Wednesday, August 13, 2014

ME: When...

When her hair is a mess
And her make up - smeared,
When her smile is broken
And her eyes - teared up…
Would you dare and love her?
Would you stick around?

When her jokes all turn gray
And her fingers are cold,
When her lips are dry
And her thoughts wander about…
Would you run away?
Or stay and love the blues away?

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