She is... I feel... And... Beauty... Perfect... Butterfly... Insert imagery here... More adjectives here... Eyes... Tongue tied...
Frustratingly this will never be right. It will never be how I want because her perfection cannot be captured by mere lines on paper. Her beauty is alive and seeps into everything she loves, it is like tendrils of light, glittering in the sun, reaching every corner. I cannot describe how I feel as my heart is beating too fast to speak to my mind and my mind is too busy rolling over her details, trying to etch her into itself to even begin talking to my hands which are trying to forget that she's not there.
So instead I tell you to close your eyes, imagine the most perfect song and put that as her laugh and picture a breathtaking image that you once got lost in and could get lost in day after day and see that as what I see and now tell me how I put that beauty in words...
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Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
