You were born with only one arm,

I was born with one heart,

both are broken,

both are in part.

You wear a fake sleeve of plastic

so people won't stare,

I plaster a smile so no one notices

tears reflected there.

You are brave despite what people say,

you are not ashamed to be born this way,

I'm a shy stutter away from admitting my truth,

I don't have to be in love with you.

You looked at me the night we met

when I was longing for an ex-boyfriend

and put your synthetic arm upon my back

told me soon I'd be back on track,

The End

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