He said "You're beautiful
From what I can see."
He said "You're so beautiful
but maybe that's just me."
He said he saw my oceans
when I'd only meant to show a drop
And that he'd stood on my beaches
At his favorite spot
He said he viewed my treasures deep
When I thought they were hidden away
He said he saw the sunlight glisten
Peaking past clouds so gray
He said a million things that day,
And now I'm scared to know
Does the whole world see that much of me
Or does just the surface show?
~e/c
