You have seen me fall and scrape my knees,
And you picked me up and dusted me off.
You took me in your arms,
And made me yours.
You have seen me cry,
And you picked me up and dusted me off.
Holding me in your arms and telling me its ok,
And make me feel like new.
You have seen me angry,
And you picked me up.
Holding the violent me in your arms,
Making me calm down and think.
You have seen the real me,
And you picked me up once again.
Holding me in your arms,
And calling me beautiful.
Another poem....
~Sam
