Supposedly beauty is in the eye of the beholder Which is super gay So when I say you are beautiful This is what I mean
You are beautiful in the same way That the word, “believe” in sign language Can translate to being married to your own thoughts
When a person sees something beautiful Their pupils can increase up to 45 percent in size I’m not high today I swear Just that You surprise me every time
Your left lung is smaller than your right So it can make room for your heart That’s just biology
And when they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach When people blush Their stomach lining turns red too
Laughing lowers stress A 7 year old can laugh almost six hundred times in one day An adult 13 to 100 I want to make you laugh like we are 7 again
I was 7 once I’ve had seventeen years practice since then
When you put a shell to your ear What you are really hearing is the sound of your own blood Rushing through your ears There is a ******* ocean inside of you That swells like lungs And rushes a steady current of mostly Unattractive creatures You are like the bottom of the sea All single celled and fight for life In darkness
And maybe that doesn’t seem too beautiful But you don’t really know what’s down there Do you?
You are beautiful like old people Who think you are sweet Because you’ve had enough patience To match their pace “I don’t know when I got old” she said “But I wasn’t ready. It took me ten years to figure this place out. “I’m 94. I don’t have another ten.” And she kissed me
Beautiful like poetry When poetry hurts the most When it gives you goose-bumps
And I bet if I stuck my arm inside a music box To let my chilled skin pluck the metal keys inside There wouldn’t be music I am too soft And it would hurt But it looks like if I were hard enough There might be It would sound like chaos The keys are beautiful But the sound inconsistent
Beautiful Like the collaboration of molecules That understood pointillism enough to make me But still experimental So they gave me cancer And I’m shorter than I want to be And I am pretty sure they are laughing About what they did to my brain But my lungs are perfectly uneven So my heart can pump oceans So I can move and be stupid And do things like tell you