Beauty was in the eye of us
I never saw it
Never spoke of it
I've been called beautiful, but
Never really wanted the definition.
Never wanted them to define why I held beauty.
Beauty was in the eye of us.
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My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
