Bags under your eyes,
Red marks on your cheeks,
They make you, you.
You close your eyes in front of the mirror like every bit of it disappears when your eyes are shut.
Honey, you are art.
Go open your eyes and see.
You let yourself touch your flaws
But you never let yourself absorb your beauty.
Not even the ugliest parts of life can ever overpower the beauty you have inside you.
Your long lashes and brown eyes,
Your smile and your heart of gold,
You are beautiful even with those bags under your eyes and red marks on your cheeks.
You're real, you're human and no one is ever perfect, but you are you and that's what makes you beautiful.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Bags under your eyes,
Red marks on your cheeks,
They make you, you.
You close your eyes in front of the mirror like every bit of it disappears when your eyes are shut.
Honey, you are art.
Go open your eyes and see.
You let yourself touch your flaws
But you never let yourself absorb your beauty.
Not even the ugliest parts of life can ever overpower the beauty you have inside you.
Your long lashes and brown eyes,
Your smile and your heart of gold,
You are beautiful even with those bags under your eyes and red marks on your cheeks.
You're real, you're human and no one is ever perfect, but you are you and that's what makes you beautiful.
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