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He is the Sunrise

Did I finally find the sunrise over the hill

The way he looks at me as if he doesn’t see the scars

The way he smile at my goofy tendencies

He touches me softly as if I’m beautiful

He sees something in me that I don’t

He makes me think that it may be possible to overcome the past

There’s something there that is unreal, something new

There’s promise and future

It’s indescribable and amazing

I’m trying not to put everything into this for the fears of rejection

Each day passes and I let just a little more go

Each day I think he sees I’m trying just a bit more

Each day I open myself up for the possibility of happiness outside of myself

Maybe the answer to the scars, the bruises, the pain, the memories can be found right here in front of me

Maybe just maybe he is the answer I never knew I needed

◄ The Cactus in the Kaleidoscope

It's Been a Year ►

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