Thursday, August 20, 2009

for me, by ashely. the bff.

for her.

Beyond facades,
And plastic smiles
That are a pain to wear.
Beyond forcing words that aren't there.
Well you don't have to say a thing.

With mascara running, hair undone
You're stunning.
Tears can't wash your beauty away,
Brokenness can't mar it.
You don't have to impress me,
Or worry about raw moments I see.
Because I want to be there,
I choose to be here for you.

Imperfection permeates this mortal state
We find ourselves in.
We can't always win.

Life is pain.
But I am here.

And know that I am broken with you.

I am with you,
On this quest for betterness.

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