I’ve walked through nights that never end,
where shadows felt like my only friend.
But then you came and lit the way,
turning my dark to silver-gray.
You saw the parts I tried to hide,
the hurt I kept so deep inside.
Yet you looked through it, clear as glass,
and loved me—not my shiny mask.
You hold my heart like it’s something rare,
with gentle hands and steady care.
You don’t judge the scars I’ve earned,
you trace them soft, like lessons learned.
Your laugh—it cuts right through my pain,
like sunshine breaking after rain.
And when I fall or start to cry,
you pull me close and don’t ask why.
It’s crazy how you make me feel,
like every broken thing can heal.
You see my soul, both lost and free—
and still, you choose to love all of me.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
I’ve walked through nights that never end,
where shadows felt like my only friend.
But then you came and lit the way,
turning my dark to silver-gray.
You saw the parts I tried to hide,
the hurt I kept so deep inside.
Yet you looked through it, clear as glass,
and loved me—not my shiny mask.
You hold my heart like it’s something rare,
with gentle hands and steady care.
You don’t judge the scars I’ve earned,
you trace them soft, like lessons learned.
Your laugh—it cuts right through my pain,
like sunshine breaking after rain.
And when I fall or start to cry,
you pull me close and don’t ask why.
It’s crazy how you make me feel,
like every broken thing can heal.
You see my soul, both lost and free—
and still, you choose to love all of me.
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