You take the sand paper,
slowly, methodically
scrubbing against the wood.
Stripping away the imperfection.
It's how I feel when I'm around you
so open,
so exposed,
so amazed.
You take me,
so imperfect,
strip away everthing that is wrong,
and you repaint me
the long brush strokes
over sanded smooth wood,
creating a new coat
one that can't be worn down
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- Leigh
- I'm quiet, invisible, unattainable, beautiful. The sound of my voice is your melody, flowing through your veins. I'm every breath you breathe, I'm every step you take. I find beauty the broken. I believe in love, as scary as it is.
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