your imperfections
are only seen in your own eyes
you are beautiful

Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.
In that soft choiring of delight
What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey deserts of the north?

That mood of thine
Is his, if thou but scan it well,
Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
At ghosting hour conjurable -- -
And all for some strange name he read
In Purchas or in Holinshed.

She used to trace her eyes with a path of black
I assumed it was to grab attention
She would perfectly fill in her acne scars’ gaps
Maybe it was to be the best addition
Barbie dolls, and Maybelline models
would make her feel inferior
but between the shadows, glosses and makeup bottles
She’s forgotten her natural exterior
The beauty flows, and young age glows
No filter is needed
Hashtag “woe” nobody knows
but she feels less conceited
Caked on lies attracted some guys
and made her act a certain way
she has those perfect laugh lines around her eyes
that will make anybody’s day naturally okay
perfect imperfections, aren’t meant to be hidden
makeup’s deceptions, needs to be permanently forbidden
She was born with a face that describes her
Flawless, nothing can replace what is her

when all of the home, or underneath
the bed, or even throne of dream
  all lay with life of felled bodies,

         — lest I feel forever the joy
              of the fall,

when all scrumptious light bend in
incorrigible water, strangeness pursues
all dark;

    soft, soft,
soft, encircling in cage
   the soft,
soft, aloft hills and dead pools
  of sweat
soft and supple      skin
  raged thud of fragmented name
on walling up lips

        love is man and man's prison sees
to it all silence when everything is set free
and we have no use for them anymore,
    
     imprisoning us, the love–

A terrifying sincerity she would call it.
It was a struggle to carry
herself around in a world
so oblivious to her weight
I adore myself ,But not my life
she said to me over a phonecall
Beautiful were her soul
ore maybe souls
She was like a crowd
in her own mind.
Whenever she would enter a room
not only did her scent linger,
but her beauty stayed with whomever
that was lucky to catch a glimpse of her

At this point im tired hopeless and i cant see us no more.
Im hurt.
Im done. So done.

But at the end of the night,
Why did you seems like trapped in my mind.

Dude, explain me why.

1259am.

Headed down the road, no particular place in mind
When I saw an opportunity, to sit down and write
All of the sudden, a feeling came over me
Started missin' you so bad , I could hardly breathe

Flowers were blooming, we both always liked The Spring
I play guitar now, and I try to sing
I hope you know, I'll never forget
All the love you showed me, Oh, how much you've meant

I guess everybody's, got their own way
Of working through loss, so they can feel 'okay'
I've had me a cry, now I'm laughin' through tears
'Cause as long as I live, I know you'll still be here

Well, I guess it's 'bout time, for me to leave this place
Hope you liked the song, "I'm goin' ta be on my way"
Too short of a time we had, before "the part"
Where you left everywhere else,
                                                         save the place In My Heart