talk to me about scars…
they are proof that you exist,
they are testament that you loved,
that you could forgive, that you
are trying after you stumbled,
that what we have between us
matters more than any pain or
anger or injustice we know,
that our words suffice because
we mean them, that our desires
include nourishing the dreams
we share and making them
come true, that there is nothing
better than faith.
synapses | sonnet sixteen
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imani
, Wednesday, August 24, 2011 at 12:40 PM, in
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