I look at them,
With their beautiful eyes,
Beautiful faces,
Beautiful features,
And beautiful selves;
I look at you,
Falling for them,
For their beauty so magnificent,
That perhaps even the heavens would bend,
I wish sometimes
That I was pretty too,
With all those features
That you'd fall for.
Because sometimes
I wish to know
How it feels
To be called beautiful;
Even if
It is a lie.
I look at the mirror,
And I see something
Shinning and crystal- like;
But that is just my tear,
Shedding from the canopy of my eyes.
And I whisper to myself
How must it feel to be beautiful?
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{ I know beauty comes from the heart. But I also know, nowadays that is not the thing which is appreciated.}
13th of August,
2:39pm
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