I see the way they look at me fondly, I am a pet to them, an unruly shrew with curves.
I don't mind because I made myself this way...
But you look right through me, past what I can even see myself, and you bring out the best in me.
I like it, because I never anticipated it, not at all.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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