The crows feet that bore lines through your skull.
The scars on your arms from distant pains.
The way you bite your lip when I roll my eyes.
The way you play with my hair.
The sound of my name on your lips.
Little things.
The way you make me stand on your feet whenever we dance.
The way you make me blush.
The safety in your eyes.
The way you accept me,
For exactly who I am.
Little things.
Who knew such little things, could mean so much more than anything else?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.
I say,
I have never known such beauty, such grace, such divinity; until you.
Since you.
It was always you.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
The crows feet that bore lines through your skull.
The scars on your arms from distant pains.
The way you bite your lip when I roll my eyes.
The way you play with my hair.
The sound of my name on your lips.
Little things.
The way you make me stand on your feet whenever we dance.
The way you make me blush.
The safety in your eyes.
The way you accept me,
For exactly who I am.
Little things.
Who knew such little things, could mean so much more than anything else?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.
I say,
I have never known such beauty, such grace, such divinity; until you.
Since you.
It was always you.
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