I'd never seen the stars
Talked about in poetry
(I thought poets lied)
'Till I saw your eyes.
Every day I tell you you're cute,
But I hope you don't depend on that.
I hope you believe it yourself
Without me, or anyone, having to tell you.
I know you don't believe it, not really.
But I hope you will.
Your face holds a brightness that doesn't just come from its physical arrangement; it comes from within.
And it's that bright beauty I hope, in time, you'll see, burning, and stoke with your own eye rather than mine.
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Before; After
PoetryI'm posting this looking for some feedback. Any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Writing has always provided me with solace, by helping me to sort through and frame my emotional experience. During one of the more difficult times...
