There’s a lot of flaws in the mirror today
there always was.
I’m rough around the edges,
but she sands me down…..
I’ve been a mess, I’ve been to the edge,
she pulled me back from looking down
she doesn’t understand what I was doing
it never stops her love from coming around.
and she cocks her head, and wants to know
where I’ve been, and where I came from
she searches for cracks, and breaks within
and fixes them all, ’til the pain numbs….
and there’s so many ways that I am harsh
I came alone, wind burnt, cement frown
rough around the edges to a fault
but she sands me down
she’s beautiful, she’s charming, classy, shining bright
so much I’ve never said, things I don’t know, I feel unkempt
and her grace doesn’t mind, as her eyes glow while she smiles
fingertips on my cheeks, sandpaper on my edges….
A wounded animal taken in
spiritually speaking, and also on the exterior
her passions burn away my doubt, her hands my roughness
but she doesn’t make me feel inferior
she fixes me, every day, every night
I’m no longer seeking ledges
her eyes and hair dark, but emitting light
she sands down my edges…..