Poetry, photography, whatever is in my head when the randomness escapes.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Real
Real me, really seen by you
Instead of going away
You asked to see more
To know me better
To allow me to grow
I could be what I was
And not hide any part
Of what I had been
Or wanted to be in life
With you in my life
I was simply...real
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