No one has called me beautiful before,
No one has cared.
People have left me
In an unknown place
Where I felt that I might drown.
I've gotten back up,
But I don't see why.
What do I have
To keep fighting for?
It seems like forever
Since I have felt this way...
Actually,
This is the first time.
I don't see it.
I don't see
What he sees in me.
Is it something about my hair?
Is it what I wear?
"No,"
He told me.
I thought it was a lie.
"It's your eyes."
"My eyes?" I replied.
"Yes," he said. "It's your eyes..."
"They're so unique,
Like a different shade as they expand.
They're not just boring, regular eyes..."
This last part made me catch my breath.
"They're beautiful."
Beautiful eyes
That swallow the night.
Beautiful eyes
That someone actually likes.
I never thought it could happen,
Not to me.
Everyone's eyes are beautiful,
Even if you don't believe it.
They are the gateway to the soul...
If only you remember to open them
At least every once and a while
To see the light that surrounds you.
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
