Jun 2014
"No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things."
Maybe that is why she won't believe the things I say
Doesn't agree she's perfect in every way.
She say's she not perfect, beautiful or amazing
But she doesn't know it's her I'm craving.
She only see's a pale reflection of her true self
in the imperfection of those like myself
But she is more perfect than anyone
If beauty were stars she'd be the sun.
If only she knew, just how I see her
So perfect she makes everything else a blur.
Because when I look at her she's all I can see
And I know she's as beautiful, as beauty can be.
But by reflection, by some other things."
Maybe that is why she won't believe the things I say
Doesn't agree she's perfect in every way.
She say's she not perfect, beautiful or amazing
But she doesn't know it's her I'm craving.
She only see's a pale reflection of her true self
in the imperfection of those like myself
But she is more perfect than anyone
If beauty were stars she'd be the sun.
If only she knew, just how I see her
So perfect she makes everything else a blur.
Because when I look at her she's all I can see
And I know she's as beautiful, as beauty can be.
Maybe this is why you don't believe me. Because you see all the imperfect people around you, and don't believe you could be so much better than them, so much more beautiful, and wonderful, and amazing, and perfect. But you are, more so than anyone else.
