beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder,
but sometimes it lies behind the eyes,
hidden and unseen,
but it's for you to define.
maybe beauty is a bit of sense.
a touch on your skin
or a tickle from your throat;
a scent of a flower
or a taste of your own.
maybe beauty is a feeling,
just flattering around.
waiting to be expressed,
from the moment it was found.
maybe beauty is in the mind,
a very definable one.
other times, it seems obvious,
but you can't spit it out.
maybe beauty is vague.
maybe beauty is shy.
let it grow upon you.
let it get out.
for it is for the world to see
to feel or think
that beauty is beauty
and it is beautiful
just as it is.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder,
but sometimes it lies behind the eyes,
hidden and unseen,
but it's for you to define.
maybe beauty is a bit of sense.
a touch on your skin
or a tickle from your throat;
a scent of a flower
or a taste of your own.
maybe beauty is a feeling,
just flattering around.
waiting to be expressed,
from the moment it was found.
maybe beauty is in the mind,
a very definable one.
other times, it seems obvious,
but you can't spit it out.
maybe beauty is vague.
maybe beauty is shy.
let it grow upon you.
let it get out.
for it is for the world to see
to feel or think
that beauty is beauty
and it is beautiful
just as it is.
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