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Michael A Duff Sep 2019
if you show me your soul hidden deep inside I will admire it. show me the worst parts, the broken pieces... so I will know where to start. show me the most damaged parts and I will show you they are still lovable, unique in all the world unduplacated and more valuable than gold.
Most every person is a finger print, unduplicated, the unexplained magic of a bond seemingly to the soal burns deep into a mind and generates memories and feelings that never subside
M Apr 2019
I hover over fractured water
the porcelain compels me to lean closer

"I am not lovable"
Chrissy Jan 2019
You said I love you in a language I couldn’t understand
lovelywildflower Nov 2018
yes. yes, you are.
a little thing i wrote a while ago
Maria Etre Aug 2018
My he(a)rt
at the
of su(c)h (a)
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
Rebecca Lynn May 2018
Faith can move all thing possible,
it's not impossible.
& God is always on your side,
even in your darkest time
He never left you behind.
I wrote this song for my church
Leah Oviedo Feb 2018
We are in control of what we grow
In our heart, mind and life
What do we want to cultivate?
We are all capable, all lovable
Broken or scarred
Trampled or traumatized
We can mend those breaks
Strengthen our life force
Choose to heal
How can we grow from our heart space?
Healing is a journey. If you are feeling depressed, sad, angry or unfocused, please seek help. I believe in all because I have seen evil turn good. I have seen those dying heal. Please seek healing on this journey
Joyce Jan 2016
You are so pretty when you
are sleeping.
So lovable when you
are not snoring.
So sweet when you
are not talking.
So soft when we
are touching.
You look so innocent
with your eyes closed.
When we lay in bed.
Is when I love you
the most.
The last straw
Of my wild willed
Super serene
Humble oriented read
Onrushed & outbursted in a
Knows how
Cheerful and Happy
Magnetic Laughter
Thank you
so much...
Cat Fiske May 2015
She fears that he is broken.

What he did to her did not break them.
What he did only cut her;
stinging for years afterward but not forever.

He is afraid he will be alone,
but he doesn’t know,
that people who burn inside,
people with scars that no one can see,
are loved by those,
who are meant to love them.

He has lost the hope that people are waiting to love him as desperately as he is waiting to be loved.

But they are.

They will not think,
that he needs to be fixed,
or that what he goes through,
is too much for them to handle.

They will never see him as too weird,
or a burden to love.

They will only see his smart,
beautiful self.

They will not see any other him that he is afraid of being.

They will love him.

he will be loved.

He is lovable.

I know because I love him.
My rant about a boy I love.
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