"Beautiful,"
they call her.
Her long beautiful hair.
Her beautiful blue eyes.
Her beautiful smile.
Her beautiful laugh.
There's something missing from that list,
well,
something that should only be on that list;
her heart.
Don't look her and only see her skin,
look a little longer and see
her bare heart;
waiting to be unraveled and loved
all night long.
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I Find Myself in Words
PoetryOriginal poetry about everything. Beauty, pain, life, death... Enjoy - 💙 ~Complete~
