eunoia (completed)

maybw

Maybe the beauty people see was too cliché,

like the how the sunset was pretty on the sea.

Or how the flowers were gorgeous in the spring of may,

maybe we don't realize the beauty of half the things we see.

Maybe the mirror doesn't really reflet what we are,

maybe the mirror reflects what we didn't want to be.

And how we actually look was way too far,

and confidence about yourself was the only key.

Sometimes, beauty lay in the strangest of places,

beauty lay on a thought and how exactly we take it.

Beauty lay in the most unfamiliar faces,

like how you see something and how you make it.

Like how you see a person and think of their life,

maybe that's what we really call unity.

And it's not necessarily if you may carry a knife,

maybe it's all about humanity.

I see the beauty I understand,

and, somehow, it all adds up to you.

And it's okay that sometimes you get out of hand,

and that, sometimes, you don't have a clue.

And, sometimes, you don't do what you should,

it's a beauty, I promise, not a curse.

Sometimes, the universe was too beautiful for my own good;

sometimes, you were my universe.

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