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.
"Crime does not pay...except"
-
"Crime does not pay ... as well as politics."
By Alfred E. Newman
Seems to me that Alfred E. Newman was that weird little guy from the old
Mad Magaz...

all my love!
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