Sjönheten ligger i betraktarens öga
The beauty lies in the eye of the observer
So please look at me
And tell me I'm beutiful
Because if you do
Then you must surely feel affection of some sort towards me
And I am desperate for love
So please love me
And tell me I'm beutiful
And please
If you can
mean it
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of my mind
PoetryA little bit of me. A little bit of my life. A little piece of my searching soul. Poetry
