Look at you, comforting others with words you wish to hear.
We give freely, expecting nothing.
I’ll pour into your heart, the only way I know how
eyes filled with adoration like the precious piece of art they are
I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you
I don’t mean potential or the idea of you, but freely accepted even when you’re flawed
I see your doubt, fears, hear your cries and laugh
I study your tone of voice so effortlessly like it’s a chord stuck to the mind
a student who likes to learn.
I’ll trace the route to your soul.
Hope you find calm beneath the storm,
In a world full of chaos, a place to call home
Two eyes and a nose, an equally flawed human.
One you get to call safe.
But for it to be safe, you need to be willing to receive, fully accept it like you deserve softness.
Genuine, not perfect
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
Look at you, comforting others with words you wish to hear.
We give freely, expecting nothing.
I’ll pour into your heart, the only way I know how
eyes filled with adoration like the precious piece of art they are
I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you
I don’t mean potential or the idea of you, but freely accepted even when you’re flawed
I see your doubt, fears, hear your cries and laugh
I study your tone of voice so effortlessly like it’s a chord stuck to the mind
a student who likes to learn.
I’ll trace the route to your soul.
Hope you find calm beneath the storm,
In a world full of chaos, a place to call home
Two eyes and a nose, an equally flawed human.
One you get to call safe.
But for it to be safe, you need to be willing to receive, fully accept it like you deserve softness.
Genuine, not perfect
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