The eyes of her;
Are beyond beautiful.
Much more than I, myself, can imagine.
The wondering eyes of me;
Can never stop staring at the beauty,
that swipes Thy heart for herself.
The kind heart of she;
hides throughout the brutal darkness,
Never for seeing the need of light.
"Those who wonder in to such;
Futuristically get broken down,
And end up where I, myself am now.
For every slight attempt,
I am turn down.
No trust as expected,
For I am one of the unimportant.
Inside the brittle heart of thy;
And past the walls of hell,
She knows I love every part of her.
The mind of mine;
knows the beauty inside,
has been torture by those of the weak,
For past, and present centuries.
The brain of me;
"For thy myself;
Think and feel the same."
As the shining stars cover the dark,
I think to myself
Beyond the darkness of her,
She still amazes thy heart and soul...
This is a poem collaboration by me myself @IsabellaRose and my favorite poet nevermore
We are both dyslexic, so forgive the mistakes
©Isabella Rose 2016