She's just so perfect.
From tip to toe,
The curly hair to the painted toenails,
I know how beautiful she really is.
She reminds me of those nights where you sit on the roof of your car and stare off into the stars,
Your eyes fixed on the beauty.
I'd like to look over at you one night, as you look up at the stars,
And wonder why you'd look so hard for beauty when it was already inside you.
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Inside My Head
PoetryIt's hard to see behind someone's eyes; to see what is going on inside their head.