my bad poetry

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I believe that you see the beauty.
The beauty of my Scintillating eyes,
I've heard that before.
A comely young girl
made with the help of those
kinky curls that bounce
and match the rich chocolatey eyes
The very ones gaze into space,
a face with freckles
like sprinkles on a cupcake.
A smile that never gets old.
Sure, you think all that but what I see is so much more.

The person with the awkward laugh.
The face that is a bit more round than wanted.
Huge dimples that make that never aging smile dorky.
The curls that were hard to manage so they got cut.
And the body that just loses weight when gained.
The shaky hands that can't handle eyeliner.
The 5"2 of me who can barely pull a backpack off the hook in their top locker.
And so much more but I guess other's are better at seeing the beauty in things.