She had a language of her own,
Her own way to show her love and care,
She would meet people as if
It has been years to the bond they share.
Her eyes can touch the scars
You've been hiding for long,
She would caress the flaws,
As that made one strong.
She is a gorgeous mess,
Composed of the pieces broken down,
Her smile is starlit,
And there's beauty even in her frown.
Some people started to envy her,
And tried to bring her to their size,
As it isn't easy to appreciate someone
When you're made up endless lies.
They tried to compressed her sky,
And condense her inner starlit,
But they couldn't make her universe shrink,
And she shined brighter every night.
Soo she realized her own
Worl was enough strong
And she has been looking for beauty everywhere,
But it lies right where she belongs.
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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