Love May Rise and Fall – A Poem


Nothing is perfect,
My mother always told me that.
But at least we can try,
To meet eye to eye.
You won’t always win,
But you won’t always lose.
This daily battle of love,
Is a never ending bruise.
But scars can be beautiful,
Even if they’re made from hurt.
Even when the pain is too much to bear,
We can clean out the dirt.
I will never be everything that,
You want me to be.
And there will be things that always bother me,
That you won’t be able to see.
But through thick and thin
A matter lies.
Neither how sensitive or tough,
Bad times subside.
Let go of anger that may arise,
So we can move on to love,
And see better skies.

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