What can you give me?
With that withered notebook and a blunt pencil, she asked.
Well, I can give you words, words in which
Your beauty doesn't fade away with your age,
Where your preferences are not kept in a judgement cage,
Where you don't need to bury the chaos under your smile,
Where even if you're broken, can walk a mile.
Where your hidden parts too get some sunshine,
Where you don't have to get oppressed and still act fine,
Where you can follow your heart or rely on your mind,
Where you could even get what you didn't intend to find.
Also I can paint your smile, with all the vibrant emotions,
Can try to heal up perils of the past and commotion,
Can rejuvenate the love that is lost within your soul,
Can get you back to living life as a whole.
Words in
where you can live freely,
Where nobody questions your identity...!!!
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