“Your soooo pretty... for a Mexican girl”

The geese are a honking loose thread across the sky. I can hear them in my wicker chair like they're sitting right next to me and I think their voices carry at least as far above as down below. So loud. The sound of changing seasons on the wing. You'd think a goose-whisper would be enough to keep their conversation going, but no. I need to hear them in my wicker chair too, apparently. I kinda like that. Maybe they are talking to me. Maybe their sounds are like street-songs for strangers, or God-praise, or apple pie cooling on a neighbor's window. Maybe they made something really pretty in their hearts, and it's so big they can't keep it down their noodle-necks anymore. And so they're singing it out, for the whole world to see, like a big grin, and it's just perfect that I hear it in my wicker chair, it makes it even better, and that's why they're so loud. It could be.

Your laugh is one of the prettiest sounds I ever heard

so when they tell me i'm pretty
i'd lie
i just don't see the beauty
that lies in mine

Simple beauty is often complicated.
One who tries too hard isn't pretty.
But where exacly is it stated.
What defines beauty?

One is appealing to the eye.
But can be rotten inside.
It can all be one big lie.
One doesn't care and doesn't try.

One can be visually unappealing.
But a beauty within.
In the end, that one would win.
But one is sad, it's a sin.

Simple beauty is simple and short.
True and honest, yet humble.
One cares and repells the wrong sort.
It's the one that'll make you stumble.

The girl from the laps of a mother
Flies high into the sky with father
And plays around her brother.

As she steps into the world of strangers,
Her feet stopped at many doors
Searching for what she isn't sure of.

She was searching for things that can fill her emptiness
Things that can make her feel content.

Time moved on from being a kid
To a girl
And then to a woman.
But she never found what she was looking for.

All she sees is a world full of lies
Where things are truer than people
Where smiles are just for social media
And tears are just for drama.

And then she realized,
What if the world lies and she will not let those lies affect her...
What if some people are more than real...
Some people laugh from their heart and their eyes sparkle
What if tears are just a way to let go??

She then realized all she was searching for is within her
She is searching for her around the world.

There will always be someone more beautiful than you,
More intelligent than you,
Prettier than you,
Basically better than you.
But then, a flower never stops blossoming just because some other flower is blossoming a way better. It just accepts it's own style.

You deserve to be happy,
You deserve to be treated with respect
You deserve to know what it feels like to be special.
Never ever let anyone come along and tell you the other way round.

You are kind, Adorable, strong, independent and beautiful and you gotta believe that.

You made me want to write again
Gave me the strength to fight against
the demons that are so obsessed
With keeping me down and depressed

I can't express the copious
amount of thoughts stuck in my head
These feelings need to be addressed
I'm drowning in my own suspense

Said, "Baby use those pretty words"
My lips are sealed shut with a smirk
I hide my fears behind my quirks
Ripping a mask off ******* hurts

You ease the pain with patient eyes
Your kisses help to catalyze
the deconstruction of disguise
My secrets are your greatest prize

My walls begin to crumble down
I hear the bricks break on the ground
It shakes my soul, I love the sound
We can rebuild together now

I saw you once before
In one of my prettier dreams.
But now you’re actually here.
Is this really as it seems?