Fixing the Unbroken

Her hair is like sunshine
And her smile will remind you of the joy
That only children seem to have. 
The first time you see her again 
You will want to cry. 
But the first time you hear her sob
You will finally break. 
She’s much more of a songbird than a night owl
And you have nothing to worry about, her mother will like you. 
It never seems real when you’re with her
But the months leading up to seeing her
Will tear you apart
Until you see her,
And you are simply pieces held together by dusty scotch tape. 
You will want to watch her when she is feeling something
But it is not polite to stare. 
You will want to feel something with her
But changing a love that is already prosperous
Is just fixing something that isn’t broken. 


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