Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I Don't Take Hits, I Write Them.

"He called you pretty. Thats practically an insult. The way you look right now, your much more than beautiful"
You want to know why I love you?
It's because you loved me
when I didn't love myself.
It's because you held up my beauty for me to see.
It's because you cared unconditionally,
just the way I was.
It was because, for the first time in my life
I didn't have to work so hard at being happy.
Because with you, it just happens
I guess this is my
Thank You.

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