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I Will Believe That You're Okay...

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WordOfChen

Published: Oct 2, 2013

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If you tell me you're fine,

Then I won't question it.

I won't ask you about the cuts,

Or the bruises.

I'll turn a blind eye to everything...

Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,

And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.

Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!

We'll watch a movie, play a few games.

C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,

Be my wingman--er, lady tonight

And in the morning, let's go for a walk,

There's a huge park just a short distance away.

We could go on one of those nature trail things!

Hell yeah? Hell yeah!

And maybe, after you've had some time to think,

You'll see that things ain't quite as bad as you thought.

And if one day isn't enough to convince you,

Then I'm going to try again tomorrow.

Hell yeah? Hell yeah!

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Piece four of the creative rush.

I see a lot of people doing the 'I'm fine' type of poems, but I wanted to try something a little more encouraging than that.

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