She’s the kind of beautiful that made
Narcissus self-conscious in the first place
She captures the world on film
I capture her on my memory
I wouldn’t mind if I used
all the film I had on her
Her smile tells you it’s OK
To be yourself
Because we all doubt ourselves
Undeservedly
Walking in the night with her is
The most illuminating experience
I’ve never had my own sun
To revolve around
Being her reason to laugh makes me consider
Betrayal to the beauty of silence
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
She’s the kind of beautiful that made
Narcissus self-conscious in the first place
She captures the world on film
I capture her on my memory
I wouldn’t mind if I used
all the film I had on her
Her smile tells you it’s OK
To be yourself
Because we all doubt ourselves
Undeservedly
Walking in the night with her is
The most illuminating experience
I’ve never had my own sun
To revolve around
Being her reason to laugh makes me consider
Betrayal to the beauty of silence
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