Hello Beautiful.
I love the blues in your skin and the notes you sing when I'm watching over you.
I see my reflection in those blues,
the tears that you cry.
I am refracted
and distorted in your pain.
I have been more lost in you than the sea and so often I wish you'd look to me.
wish you'd realize I was watching over you.
That you're never alone.
That the blues in your skin were a reflection of my beauty rather than
the tears you drown yourself in nightly.
You're worht more tha a sea of your own destruction
I am meant to cradle your soul,
which is not a reflection of the blues in the hand of the man that touched you against your will
rather the arms that were supposed to cradle you.
My child,
return yourtears back to the parched earth.
Stop this hydro-cycle of pain.
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