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
You are ******* beautiful
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
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
You are ******* beautiful
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