true beauty
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It's who she is that makes her beautifuland not her looks that make her glowBut her soul shines through her fleshlike the sun that beams against the iciclesUniquely designed snowflakes intricately combined
My heart was thunder in my chest
Upon my shoulders
A mountain pressed
My shredded dress
Blew in the wind
She took my hand,
The sorceress.
Time froze like ice
Her cool blue eyes
Contrary to popular setup,Beauty isn't on the outside,It can't be found in clothes, money, or makeup,Or in color, shape, or size,Beauty isn't in hobbies or even sight,
dear world,
and people that love math,
and shapes,
and lines and boxes,
I think you should know that these things are dumb and pointless.
(except circles)
They say beauty is only skin deep.
And that true beauty is fitted to the soul.
To these I might agree.
For simple beauty is not but a visual stimuli that releases dopamine.
I wake from my deep slumber
Alarm sounding loudly
I rub the crunchies out of my eyes
I scratch my dry, dusty skin
My hair is in stringy tendrils
Half up but yet half down
My eyes are red and sore
We Are the Real Deal
I am not perfect
Really, who in the world is?
The photoshopped girls
In teen magazines?
Their thigh gaps and twelve inch waists
Just fake perfection.
One is a choice while the other is given merely without consent. One is condemned for the choice they didn't have while some may be praised for it. The other explains itself by how it is radiated, but both is judged by the eye of the beholder.
True beauty is in the way she laughsTrue beauty is in her eyesTrue beauty is how she actsTrue beauty is insideTrue beauty is unseenTrue beauty is only feltTrue beauty is not mean
Long locks
Cute tops
And they call me shallow
Rip and cut
Till it up
And leave the field fallow
Flowers wilt
Petals fall
And a tree becomes hollow
Wait and watch
Till the weeds pop
