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Cat Fiske Apr 2015
To look at your reflection in the mirror,
Is not an accurate account of the beauty you hold,

To take the words of Hate people speak,
Is not an accurate account on how beautiful and kind you are.

To take the number on a scale and feel too large or too small,
Is not an accurate account on how to judge your beauty and hearts size,

To look at your arms and see nothing but your imperfections,
Is not an accurate account to show your strength in your beauty.

To look at yourself in the reelection of the widow,
And be happy with what you see,
And to relies nothing but your heart that matters,
Then you have an accurate account to show your,
Beauty,
Strength,
Intelligence,
Perfectness,
Big Heart,
Kindness,
Are all the things that make you beautiful,
And though we all may not be happy about somethings in our lives,
They only add to our beauty,
That shows farther then inside
this is just about how we don't know our own beauty
Atrisia Oct 2014
Giggles at night.

I couldn't sleep last night,
the fire in my soul was burning so **** bright,
and even thought the moon refused to give me light,
I knew I had you, so my spirit felt tickled all night

It could have be the way you seem to know what to say,
or that i had my mind made up about you anyway,
So when you called me at the crack of midnight to say "Hey"
in tiny chunks of  laughter on my bed I will lay
A close old friend of mine told me to write a poem with this title over a year ago.... I did.. just found it and I decided to share it..

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