His Picasso

I was a broken girl, all parts of me were scattered across the Earth's floor. But this man came along and picked up every piece of me, he put my eyes where my heart was supposed to be and called me a masterpiece. He saw through to my soul and called me beautiful and said in no way at all was I unlovable. He made me see for the first time what it was like to be truly loved, and in no time soon was I ready to let that go. He said I must've been a forgotten picasso, abstract in every way. and he loved every cutting edge.


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