I'd give the world and a half for; Eye cracked opened Stray strands of black Blink. Back of an ear Beautymark-spotted neck Blink. Hands clasped, held close, warmth. Together.
Everytime I close my eyes I see my beauty mark.. Not the beauty portrayed on the outside Nor the one that can be snatched easily with depression and anxiety But my beauty is shown within my words The way I communicate my emotions with a notepad and a puzzled mind Others might say the beauty comes from my body Or maybe just because I'm pretty But my looks do not define me My beauty is shown through my talent I am underrated and determined I communicate my emotions with a soft heart and some paper You cannot define me.