I kiss the scars that litter your skin,
You pull away,
"They're not beautiful,"
You say,
"I'm not beautiful."I hug the softest parts of you,
You pull away,
"They're not beautiful,"
You say,"I'm not beautiful."
I beam at your bright smile,
You turn away,
"It's not beautiful,"
You say,"I'm not beautiful."
I love your heart, soul, mind, body, spirit,
You shy away,
"I'm not beautiful,"
You say,"Yes,"
I reply,
"Yes, you are."
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Solar Flares
Short StoryGreek Mythology, romance, beauty in the mundane- all wrapped up in this assortment of short stories and poems.