You love the ugliest parts of me
When I’m an emotional wreck
When my words are unkind
When my being is disheveled
You love the ugliest parts of me still…
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
You love the ugliest parts of me
When I’m an emotional wreck
When my words are unkind
When my being is disheveled
You love the ugliest parts of me still…