Yes, she’s got eyes that are golden and lips that scream lust
She’s got a sharp, consuming beauty and a
Laugh that would make you smile for days.
She’s got a little waist and an hourglass figure
She turns heads and evokes whistles when she saunters
And darling I am not beautiful like her,
But I’ve got eyes that hold an ocean, weeping
Full and heavy with love and emotion
I’ve got a heart big enough to hold
All the pain in the universe, and a little more
I’ve got a smile that breaks hearts because
I find all the little reasons, to be happy
When I have all the reasons, to not.
I’ve got hands that mend the broken and
Tend to the lonely, arms that embrace the
Lost and unloved. I am not profound or gorgeous,
I don’t have her golden eyes or her lips,
I don’t have her hourglass figure or little waist
But I have a voice that speaks raw truth even when
I am shaking in fear of being seen, for me.
I have words that remedy melancholy and
Wipe tears without me extending a hand.
I am the last one crying at the movie,
I am the girl who stops to smell the roses
Just because they deserve to be appreciated
I am the woman who loves more than she loves
Herself, who gives you her strongest parts and settles with
Jagged shards of the ghost of who she once was,
I am fragile and iron-strong all at once,
And I am difficult to understand,
Impossible to figure out, and a
Challenge to love.
But I am not my flaws,
And I am lovable,
Whether you choose to, or not.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Yes, she’s got eyes that are golden and lips that scream lust
She’s got a sharp, consuming beauty and a
Laugh that would make you smile for days.
She’s got a little waist and an hourglass figure
She turns heads and evokes whistles when she saunters
And darling I am not beautiful like her,
But I’ve got eyes that hold an ocean, weeping
Full and heavy with love and emotion
I’ve got a heart big enough to hold
All the pain in the universe, and a little more
I’ve got a smile that breaks hearts because
I find all the little reasons, to be happy
When I have all the reasons, to not.
I’ve got hands that mend the broken and
Tend to the lonely, arms that embrace the
Lost and unloved. I am not profound or gorgeous,
I don’t have her golden eyes or her lips,
I don’t have her hourglass figure or little waist
But I have a voice that speaks raw truth even when
I am shaking in fear of being seen, for me.
I have words that remedy melancholy and
Wipe tears without me extending a hand.
I am the last one crying at the movie,
I am the girl who stops to smell the roses
Just because they deserve to be appreciated
I am the woman who loves more than she loves
Herself, who gives you her strongest parts and settles with
Jagged shards of the ghost of who she once was,
I am fragile and iron-strong all at once,
And I am difficult to understand,
Impossible to figure out, and a
Challenge to love.
But I am not my flaws,
And I am lovable,
Whether you choose to, or not.
Beauty in the eyes of society is body, bust, beauty.
Beauty in the eyes of poets is love, compassion, and courage.
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