Thursday, January 4, 2018

My Broken Umbrella

I should just believe you
When you tell me
That I'm beautiful

I should be mature
And confident
And past self-doubt

I should love me
Even when
I'm outnumbered by she

And you leave
And love
What I'll never be

I should
I can
And I do.

Because anyone
Can walk through
Rain in the afternoon

But how long
Can one stand
Against a typhoon?

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