When I said she is beautiful I meant
Her heart is made of gold
Her eyes diamond always reflecting light
Her smile is made of pearls
Her words are incorruptible seeds
Her presence is a spring of life
You'd kiss her shadow

Although I compare her to treasures i've seen with my naked eye, her worth goes beyond the horizons
And when her body rests in deep sleep, her beauty will remain imprinted on everything her presence touched

She is I and I am her.

I always knew there was something more to your hands
More than your gentle touch
And your harsh grab

How they touched everything
And held nothing

Now look at what they've done to you
Poured more than they should've
Poured just enough to have you choke on your own breath

Only Heaven knows
How long that minute lasted
How it felt to have your body wage war against itself

I always knew there was more to your hands
But never have I imagined that they would today dig 6feet of ground
For you to lie in


Desperate to fly
You got high
Until you flew out of this life
And now there's no return
You're never liked the lows anyway

From the one whose hair was not polished
“If only we had no hair we’d be perfect”
From the one whose face was not pretty enough
“If only we had no faces we’d be perfect”
From the one who was killed because of his skin colour
“If only we had no skin we’d be perfect”
From the one who was too fat or thin
“If only we had no flesh we’d be perfect"
From the one who was too tall or not tall enough
“If only we had no bones we’d be perfect”

How many layers of ourselves will we rip to fit into being perfect, whatever that means, whatever that is, if ever it is?