To be understood
Is better than being loved
We all just want to be understood
To have someone
See us for what we are
Without exalting our faults
But running their fingertips over our scars
Tracing all that we are
With understanding
If anything,love comes after this.
Swiftly with the morning
Or slowly with the moon
It comes after
Crashing in like the tide
But it begins
It begins with understanding


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