Dedicated to everyone reading this
You're beautiful, please remember that.
You're beautiful, you're finely made.
You're handsome, you're well crafted.Be it fat, thin, tall, short, light skinned, dark skinned, mixed, crippled, mute, handicap, misunderstood, stereotyped, round faced, oval faced, misjudged, gay, lesbian, homosexual, transgender, straight, ambivert, omnivert, introvert, extrovert, shy, loud, weird, geek, nerd, tomboy, converse lover, stiletto lover, dropout, weed lover, name it, anything.
You're imperfect and that's what makes you perfect.
You're flawed and it makes you different.
You have weakness but someone else compliments his strength with it.
You might not love yourself enough but someone else loves you and God loves you more than you can imagine.
You might not see your worth but someone out there, somewhere does.
You might not know me but I do hope you can tell me something about yourself in the comment section, one at least? It'll make me happy knowing just a teeny tiny detail about my beautiful reader.
We might be miles away, countries and boundaries apart, oceans and bridges apart, but I do hope you know I'm sending my love to you.
It might be nighttime where you are, and I hope the night brings peaceful thoughts and magical dreams to you.
It might be daytime where you are, and I hope as the day unfolds, the world isn't against you.
You might be going through a shitty phase but I hope you know you're stronger than you can ever imagine.
You might have scars but I hope you know someone sees beauty in it.
You might have fears but I hope you know someone finds courage in you.
You might be hate the world but even the world has it's share of love for you.
You might not see IT but someone out there does. SOMEONE out there, sees something beautiful in you.
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💐You're 🖤, one way or the other.
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YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶