I find beauty not in your lips, but in the soothing words that separate them and your eyes aren't stunning because they are blue, but because they found me when I had tried to stay hidden and you don't have a clue how special you really are.
You are sweet as sugar, you are real, you are different.
A soft petal crowded by thorns.
Treasure amongst dust.
And I find it so beautiful that someone like you could love someone like me.
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A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of my poems for your enjoyment TW for some depressing things and swearing