You see all your quirks,
And all your imperfections.
Yet you don't see your hard work,
And neither our objections.
You are stuck in belief,
That you're not worth this.
Your eyes are like a thief,
That steal everything you happen to miss.
You look in the mirror,
And see things no one notices.
Yet you believe everyone sees them clearer,
And it's things everyone shares focus in.
But what you don't happen to spot,
Is how beautiful and precious you are.
You have never even thought,
That to someone else, you are a star.
Your hair is so ravishing and ideal.
Making others jelous as they pass.
Your eyes make others heal,
By shining bright like glass.
You help those you hold dear,
And you are the reason for many smiles and a lot of laughter.
You help those who are in fear,
And show people to forget about what will come after.
You have a heart made of gold,
And a soul made of kindness.
You may believe your heart is cold,
But I would just call that blindness.
So if it ever crosses your mind,
That you're not the person I just described,
Then I will have a reason to call you blind,
Because clearly, you don't see why you're so admired. :)
This one is dedicated to someone who I love soooooo much. I hope you all enjoyed it!
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PoetryThank you @Scarlett_Ivy for making this beautiful cover ❤ go follow her peeps, she writes some awesome stories too! Some of the poems I write when I feel like putting my emotions in to words.
