✶ BEAUTIFUL.
- acb.
What's it like being beautiful?
You, who ached to be pretty,
You, who feared of being unsightly,
You, who felt like a raw wound,
Was too blind to see.
Your face, which holds so many memories, so many emotions, so many things— you are truly mesmerizing. Your eyes, ever gleaming in the sun light, ever hypnotizing, can express so many languages. I look into your eyes and get lost, they are such deep windows, I could only hope to see the strange and unknown life within them. Your lips, with every tint of brown, red, pink—with every tint of color that there is, are full of laughter, cries, and full of your voice, of your lovely voice, that speaks to me with great delight. Your nose, that came from what was before you, that holds and shows so many generations, is there for people to see and admire. Your skin, that changes with the flow of time, have this charming glow to them, your skin which is plump with life, will always be the same no matter how it changes.
You, with your so called imperfections, are so ever perfect. If only you could see yourself in the eyes of your admirers. Think and know that you are beautiful, because my darling,
I saw your beauty before I had eyes to see.
YOU ARE READING
my poems. nd shits?
Poesíai do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
