Ask me about eternal beauty,
and I would tell you everything about him;
how his face gleamed under the sunlight,
his hair being swayed by the breeze—
his little dance at midnight,
his breakdowns in the bathroom,
and him singing slightly out of tune.
I would tell you how godly
he looks first thing in the morning,
the secrets he lays, the giggles he makes,
and how lovely he looks when he speaks his soul.
See him and drown to behold the despair of beauty he holds.
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See You On The Other Side
Poetry"Isn't it awful to find love at such a young age and be robbed of it for the rest of your life?" This is a collection of poetry and prose dedicated to every person who couldn't find a way to move forward from their past. To every person who loved so...
