We all,
look for beauty.
Fake perfections,
that make us feel better,
with ourselves.
We are stupid.
Beauty is in,
all of those,
wonderful imperfections,
that we hate:
the way you smiled at him,
how you blush when he smiles back.
the wrinkles when you smile,
the happiness in our eyes,
the sound of your laugh.
Beauty is in,
me,
you,
he,
she,
it,
us,
them,
and all of the pronouns.
Because,
BEAUTY IS ALL OF US.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid Words ➵
PoesíaIn memory of all those who were drowned in their own unsaid words
